January is a month fraught with memories. Some good, some bad. While there were some very difficult days in Januarys’ past, those days were sprinkled with some very good moments.
In January of 2006, my mother while making her bed, tripped and fell, breaking her hip.They partially replaced her hip and during her hospital stay, my late husband Bill and I were visiting her. It was evening and the room was semi-dark. We sat with her, softly talking. Bill and I began to sing some old hymns. I don’t recall if she sang along with us, but most likely she did. It was a sweet time. There was no hymn book, we just moved from one song to the next, singing the words from memory.
I’m not sure if we sang this song, but it’s one that is humming through my mind this morning. An old Irish one.
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,
Naught be all else to me save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
I will savor those words and the wispy moments spent with two people who are both in heaven now. I miss those dear ones, but in the missing, is the assurance I will see them again one day where we will be in the presence of the Source of that light, Jesus.
What are your memories this mid-January of 2020? I hope I’ve given you food for thought and perhaps stirred up some memory you treasure. Savor them this mid-January day.
Such a sweet memory. ❤️
Yes indeed!
January has sad memories for me for it was the month of January when my mother died. We had just learned a song at church and that morning I heard my mother sing it while she was fixiing breakfast — “Meet me in the homeland where the roses bloom. There I’ll be forever . . ” I don’t remember the rest. I slept in Dad’s bed and he said I cried most of the night. As you likely remember, your mother, at sixteen I believe, became the “mother” we no longer had. I remember she canned some beef Dad bought but it spoiled. I’ve told you about the dress she made for me out of one of mother’s dresses so I could go to a birthday party in Ft. Peck. And she watched me go up the hill to the party.
I am so grateful, though, that our parents took us to church and set a good example. Now I am the only one left in my generation in both the Richert family and the Jones family. But what a reunion we’ll have!! Aunt Ruth
Dear Aunt Ruth, thank you for your memories. I remember my mom telling me about the very sad morning the day after your mother–my grandmother–died. How dreadfully sad that day must have been. I think I always had a fear of one of my parents dying while growing up and I believe it was because of my own mother re-telling that sad time. I also recall her telling me you were singing that song that same morning.
What a reunion you will have. I can’t wait to meet the wonderful grandma I never met. What joy to look forward too!
I’m making a January memory today -completing my move into my new house. It’s very exciting and wonderful. But there have also been tears this week because I’m by myself in this beautiful home. So I’m a little sad, but mostly blessed.
I’ve been wondering if you’ve moved yet. I can’t wait to see it. I do understand the tears of being by yourself, but it will be a place for others to enjoy with you. You are blessed, true, but tears and missing your dear Chuck in this new place is understandable. Hugs, dear friend!