Friday, September 23, 2016

Memories





Memories

How important are our memories? How important is the relationships that we build with the people who are closest to us in life and how does it play a part in our memories? Can you recall your earliest memories when you became self-aware of your environment, the relationship you had with your parents and siblings?
I remember my Father teaching me how to dance, he told me to stand on his feet and he would step back and forth and around guiding me as the music played. I remember my mother taking me to the first day of elementary school and how afraid I was when she left me. I remember playing kickball in the yard with my five siblings and how much fun we had. I remember the birth of my three sons, as well as the birth of my granddaughters. I remember taking my sons to their first day of school. I remember the expression on their faces when I took them to amusement park and the fun they were having as my husband and I looked on. I remember when they took their first steps or lost their first tooth. I remember my youngest son at three years old in front of the classroom doing show and tell confidently as his classmates looked on.
These are all the wonderful memories I can look back on now as I approach my late fifties and smile. It is a beautiful thing, memories.
Now, imagine yourself in the declining years of your life, your grown children having lives of their own, you are alone, except for the few friends you have and whatever activities you may have to keep you busy as a senior citizen. You have adult grandchildren, yet they are busy with their young lives. As a young man/woman you lived your life partying, traveling, perhaps so totally engrossed in a career, you did not make time for your family. Perhaps you were a drug addict to busy chasing your next fix, an alcoholic who could not stop drinking.  A parent that was too busy living their own life to think about the responsibility of raising children, a deadbeat father or mother and time passes by without one thought to the future. Before you know it, the music slows down, your body ages and slows down and your life is a series of lonely days and nights. You did not establish a relationship with your children or grandchildren and you are alone within four walls with just the echo of a Tv.
In that silence you have no wonderful or meaningful memories to reflect on....
In the vitality of youth very seldom does a person think about aging, that time in life where everything is behind them. If you are fortunate and blessed with the understanding that the relationships you have to the people close to you is the most important blessing you have, then every memory you make with them will be memorialize in their thoughts as well as yours.
I am reminded of a song by the Temptations it is entitled.
"I’ve never been to me," the song is about an old man who pulls aside a young man who reminds him of himself. He asks the man solemnly to listen to him as he begins to tell him how he wasted his life chasing empty self-serving dreams and a good time. He goes on to tell the young man that he had a family that he never appreciated nor took the time to stay settled with them and he missed out on everything that was important. He says, "I’ve been all over the world, but I've never been to me."


It is a sad song, especially since I personally know people in this situation.
You see, memories are so very important because when you're older, you can look back on those memories of family, friends and they will remind you what a wonderful life you had, the good experiences and the bad because they all have culminated to make you the person you have become.
The recollection of those memories will sustain you when you have those quiet moments as a senior citizen. It is not just the memories you build for yourself that is important, but the memories you contribute to others as well. When someone close passes away, once the mourning passes what comforts you most is the memories of that person. It is the memories that keep that person alive in your heart.
Memories are sometimes taken for granted; they are an essential component to the human psyche. So while you're young, vibrant and full of life, take time to make wonderful memories with the people in your life, I can tell you personally, you won't regret it.
If you do not, you will have a lonely and sad life in your senior years .
And Always remember to tell someone you love....I love you.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Friday, September 9, 2016

Yah heal your people, Yah heal your land....




2 Chronicles 7:14King(KJV)

14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Generations




Generations



Recently, my oldest son, his family, wife and two daughters visited us here in Florida. My husband and I were blessed with three sons and between the three are seven granddaughters. One day we all went to the beach and my mother turned and said to me..."Do you realize there are four generations here?" I looked over at my sons and their families and I counted...my mother (1st generation), myself (2nd generation), my sons (3rd generation) and my grandchildren (4th generation).

"Wow, I said you're right."

There are time when my children and grandchildren are around and I marvel at the blessings I can experience because "The Most High wakes me every morning to give me the breath to exist." How many of us take those reflective moments and realize how grateful we should be?"

In July 2014, I lost my father and I remember many times while both my parents were alive, people telling me who had already experience the lost of a parent, "spend every moment, cherish the time that you have with them."

No argument or disagreement is worth the time lost that you could share when they are no longer here. We always think we have more time, there is always time to talk, to say I love you or apologize for frivolous disagreements that we find out after the fact, was not really that important to begin with. Now, I know and understand what they were trying to tell me. At quiet times, something as small as listening to my Father's voice over the phone saying “Hey sweets, what's up," I miss, when I think about him now.

I wish I could hear his voice again. My father and I had our disagreements and at times, he made me very angry and sometimes I didn't speak to him for a while, but I always had it in the back of my mind to never allow the anger to last for long because I loved him and I knew I didn't want anything to happen and we were estranged from each other. So our disagreements never lasted long. When he passed away I was at peace knowing the memories I had with him was of the good things he added to my life. So now, I can pass these words of afterthoughts on to others. Every moment you have with your love one is a precious gift, not only because you are their legacy, but because it is a lineage that will be passed to the next generation. You want your lineage to be one full of blessings, not a curse.

I truly believe that the relationships we have with our parents, theirs with their parents and so forth good or bad can be better or worse if we choose to make it so with each generation. It is the responsibility of the present generation to make a better example for the next...

We only get a moment in time to forgive before it is too late. Letting go of bitterness and hurt feelings is a lesson more for your own personal wellbeing and spirit then the one who hurt you. It releases you from the responsibility of carrying it like a ball and chain that weighs down your peace of mind and spirit.. If you do not, then it will not only affect you, but will most certainly infect every relationship you encounter hence forward, including your children. 

                                                My Grandfather as a World War 1 soldier

Above is a picture of my mother's father, (my grandfather) that was given to me a few days ago. My grandfather was ninety six when he passed in 1991, he was blessed to see grandchildren, great-grandchildren and even a few great-great grandchildren.  

Wow, what he must have thought looking at his lineage as he sat in the backyard in his chair during family gatherings. 

Before he passed, I recorded a video conversation with him about the generations before him. It was customary in our people's history to tell the stories of past generations to keep our history alive. We must remember to keep this custom within each family, it is important to us as a tribal people. 

Those story tellers were called griots.


gri·ot
ɡrēˈō,ˈɡrēō/

noun

noun: griot; plural noun: griots


a member of a class of traveling poets, musicians, and storytellers who maintain a tradition of oral history in parts of West Africa.



The next time you are together as a family, take note of the generations in the room and if you are like me and my mother, you will see the blessing and the gift bestowed upon you by The Most High and be proud to be a part of the generations of your family's lineage, past, present and future.


PS..Forgiveness applies across the board for anyone, mother, father, brother sister, brother, cousin, etc.