The Man Who Grew thankful for His Memories
The Man Who Grew thankful for His Memoires
The Story is of a man who learned late in his life how precious our memories truly are. This is what happened to a gentleman by the name of Lance P.
Lance was in his early twenties when he married the love of his life. Her name was Anne, and as they said in those times, “The apple of his eye”. They lived on a farm in rural America where Lance spent his days in the field farming corn and the nights at school, completing his degree. Five years passed rather quickly and before he knew it they had been blessed with two children and another one on the way.
During these early years Lance recalls that there was much joy and laughter in the house. The family’s weekends were filled with picnics, baseball games, croquet matches, riding bikes, skinning knees, barbecues and catching lightening bugs at night.
When I spoke with Lance, he said that Fishing at their little pond in the summertime was one of his favorite memories with his kids. All three learned to bate a line, cast it into the lake and catch a fish. He showed them the importance of respect for the animals, the land and foremost, each other. In the winter months as soon as the pond was frozen, they all joined together to slip and slide on the snow-covered water. Lance recalls the year that Anne bought the entire family ice skates for Christmas. He said to me, “I can still see the kids and Anne laughing and joking as they tried out their new gifts from Santa Clause.” It was a time that was never forgotten by any of the family he said.
He went on to tell me that the Holidays were fun for them, as Anne loved a party. She planned each event with love and spice! She would add her special flare to each family gathering. There many Halloween parties with homemade costumes that we put together days before the event. “I can still remember decorating the house for the big night, Lance said, with a laugh.” Anne oversaw all Birthday celebrations and some how always pulled off a special day for each of us every year.
Lance shared with me that for many years he worked twelve-hour days to accomplish his goal of providing plenty of wealth for his family. He explained to me that he missed numerous plays, awards, concerts, and sporting events of his children’s.
Now in his late eighties he is regretful of his choice to go after the money. He wished for more time with his family. He paused and then said to me in a whisper, “It is the most difficult in the mornings.” “It’s the quietness of the morning time that is deafening to me.” He confessed, “As I drink my coffee my memories are all that I have left when I am alone.
“His eyes lit up when he began to tell me about his grandchildren and their visits. He explained he was creating new memories with them to fill the silence of his days, but when they fade, he said, “I go back to the days when my kids were still at home laughing and playing and my wife’s smile lit up the room.”
Lance had a wonderful life with his wife and three great children who filled his heart and mind with happy memories of everyday life.
His wife is gone now, and his children visit him as often as their busy schedules allow. Lance expressed to me that his only regret was that he had not spent more time with his kids. He said, “before he knew it his children were grown up and gone.” Lance said, “that even though he could not get the time back, he was grateful for the memories that he did have.” He advised me to take the time to create many joyful memories in my life time and to spend time with my family. I am grateful for his story and for his wise advice.