Frozen Time

I time-traveled for several hours today. I swirled through years of memories of my family’s life, picking and clicking and dragging to get the slideshow photos ready for my mother’s memorial service next week. This overwhelmed me emotionally. I mostly cried about photos of Daddy even though he has been gone almost five years. That hole is still too big.

My gardening parents


This is my third time being in charge of this part of a memorial. The clicking and dragging gets easier, but the picking throws me into a serious funk.
Losing someone I love is like losing a body part for me. My world must be rebalanced and recalibrated. Nothing highlights this loss of the missing piece like a slideshow of hundreds of photos of the dearly departed.

Mama, aunt, uncle, sister and angel


For all the folks attending a service, this is an important part of remembering the loved one. It is worth the trouble. I chose photos that had others we love with mama…Great times with family and friends.


I could have gone through more files, but stopped past the time I should have quit. My eyes could no longer focus. I could not think. I think my brain got confused about the present while traveling through all that frozen time. I had to click on now and drag my head to bed to reset myself.

Rehearsal dinner

I will pass this on to my sister to add to and tweak. I did go back through and remove some photos my mother would not have approved of. She is known for cutting herself out of photos using scissors. There were some times she did not want herself to be frozen in. We laugh when we find these clipped pictures.

Mama Kiki

Everything will be ready for the service… flowers, food,  photos and music. We have helpers.

We will hold on to mama that one more afternoon. Then we must start letting her go from our presence. We cannot freeze. We must keep living.

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What is Remembered?

I attended a beautiful memorial service yesterday.

It included lovely music, photos, poems, candles, flowers, cookies and even coloring.

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The speakers truly loved the man remembered. They included his niece, his young second cousin, his uncle, his fellow volunteers, a member of his Sunday School class, his little mentee from one of his loved organizations and his cousin.

The awesome piano player knew and loved him, too. This flowed out her fingers onto the keys and filled the church with notes of hope and comfort.

The speeches were about his sense of humor, his smile, his big heart, his laugh, and his passion for helping others.

There were laughs and smiles and tears.

I was struck by some omissions.

There was no tally sheet to show whether he finished his life in the black or the red.

No graphs of data were shared to prove his effectiveness.

No GPA or SAT scores.

There were no sports stats of touchdowns, baskets, or home runs.

There was no mention of the location or squarefootage of his dwelling.

His favorite designers were omitted. His political preferences were not shared either.

The talk was all about the light he shared with others.

When your life ends…

Will the talk be about the light you shared during your lifetime?

Or will it be about how big your candle was?

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Mourn with the Flower