I sprung this on myself...the girls so be prepared.
September was J's birthday month, he celebrated everyday until his actual birthday. I could never understand this, I mean I only got one day to celebrate...and who wants to celebrate getting older? But that's what J did, to distraction, celebrate his life everyday he was here. So, for the next 25 days, the girls and I are going to list 25 of our most remembered memories we have of J, one memory per day. ONLY ONE?? YIKES! This is gonna be tough...
September 1, 2010 - memory #1
L - I have a million and one good and not so good memories of JY that to pick just 25 of the most memorable is going to be tough, you can't have the good without the bad. Besides, the bad defined us, made us better.
One memory that sticks out in my mind lasts a whole year. (Way to cheat L :) It's the first year we dated. We were so in love with each other, I suppose as much as any 15 and 16 year old could claim to love another person who wasn't family. J knew, even when we were just babies that we would spend the rest of his life together, that there would be no other, that we were 2 halves of a whole. Weird, that I think back now, I always knew and felt the same way. We used to drive around in his sweet Monte Carlo cranking out some dirty rap with the bass blowing our eardrums out holdin' hands and silently promising each other the world. Back then, we couldn't get enough of each other ;) It's crazy that I remember how new and fresh that felt, like it happened just yesterday. This is one (year long) memory that I hold close to my heart. And I hope all the people in my life that I hold close, know and feel this kind of love in their lives.
E - Mom, I can't think of just one memory, I have a lot you know, which one do I pick. (me) Just pick the one that shines the brightest, right now. (E) How about the time I helped him make the meatballs that dad said later were MY famous meatballs. That was the best time, I mean, he made it all but told me that they were my famous meatballs. That was so cool. I miss him. (me) I know you do...
A - Mom, I don't have any memories of dad. (me) Oh A, I know you do, you have all the sweetest memories, you were his baby. (A) Ok, I remember this time, I think I was 6 and E was like 8 or something...(me) She was 7. (A) Whatever, but we were driving down the street and dad asked me and E if we wanted to drive. So we each sat in his lap while he ran the foot pedals and we steered the car down the street into the driveway. (me) WHAT!?!?! Why didn't I know this? (A) He told us not to tell you because you would be mad....(me) Yeah, well he was right, I would have been mad.
This is some good stuff. I look forward to what the next 24 days of memories my babies come up with....and me picking out the one's that made me who I am today.
Thanks for checking in....
L
3 comments:
oh the things a mother doesn't know! Hang on, L, it is likely you'll learn a lot!
Hey, I think I remember that year... the "15 and 16 years-old" year.... We came up to visit and I very distinctly remember Noelle and I in the backseat of that Monte Carlo with Jeff driving (pretty sure Tucker was in the passenger seat), music blaring, and Jeff spinning the car out on the icy roads... I was scared to death.... :)
I love this Lesa.. I love you! Deb
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