Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-Macbeth
Oh to have one more day to do what needs to be done. I say each of us has a memory that we've been meaning to scrapbook and have put off for tomorrow. I will further say, do it now. I worry that some day I wont remember things, Alzheimer runs in my family. One thing that saddens me with the thought of getting older, is some day I may not remember things. Of course I wont remember what I forgot, but it saddens me that my kids may miss out on something I procrastinated scrapbooking. Will they know that my dad was believed to be a stillborn, his mother was even told he was a stillborn. When all her sisters and the family went into the bedroom to tell my grandmother her son didn't make it, one aunt stayed in the kitchen with him to clean up. She saw him move slightly, grabbed him and started massaging his chest. Imagine if she had gone in with everyone else. Have I scrapbooked this? No, cause I'm just as bad as the rest of you

I know that while Abby will not ever be forgotten, I'm positive Brenda's daughters will appreciate reading their mom's memories and emotions for years to come.
Bonus: Take a moment to do a page on memories you want to make tomorrow. A bucket list of sorts.. name 5 things you want to do in the next year.


Posted 29 June 2010 - 10:58 AM














