I woke up early that late summer’s morning. It was my wedding day. Everything was ready. That was eleven years ago today. It seems so long ago and it really was, because it was another life.

Most of the time I look forward but sometimes it’s good to look back. I thank God for that space of time with Blair, the man I married that day. I believe just as my marriage to Bill more than fifty years ago, my marriage to Blair eleven years ago, and then to Jim more than five years ago, were God-ordained. Each were starry, giddy, beautiful days. I treasure those memories.

As we tell the dear, hurting people who come to GriefShare, it’s good to look back, but then begin to make new history.

There are many memories we most likely can look back on. Our wedding day. The day we became parents. The day a loved one died. All strong, poignant memories.

I love the words to a gospel hymn we sang years ago:

Precious memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness, of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appears
J.B.F Wright, 1922.
As you start your day today, dream a little of the past. Enjoy the precious memories. Then look to the future. That’s what I’m going to do. It’s a new day.