Saturday, December 19, 2009

Full Circle

You ever have something happen and you think about sharing it with someone, but then life gets hectic and time slips by and you just kind of push it to the back of your mind, so far in the back that it just gets lost with all of the other stuff piled up back there? Well, that is what happened to me.

I know I told you already that it took me awhile to actually commit to starting and maintaining a blog. Actually, I thought about it for quite a long time. One night while lying in bed, I decided to start listing ideas for a blog name. It was while doing that, that my mind began to wonder and a series of thoughts entered my mind. Afterward, I felt compelled to write them down. So, on the same piece of paper that my ideas for a blog name were written on, I jotted down the following thought.

I don't believe that time heals all things. Sure it helps. But heals? I disagree. While lying in bed, I was thinking. It went something like this: Cold weather...Christmas...Christmas shopping...buying Tyler a gift...Tyler so handsome and sweet playing with Kru, smiling his warm smile...just like his dad...Uncle Moose...I miss Uncle Moose, I wish he could have met Kru, Matt, Noah and Wyatt. And it hit me. Just so hard. Out of nowhere. The hole in my heart so big. Tears pouring out. The hurt so heavy and raw. Out of nowhere. Maybe it helps, but time does not heal.

At first I thought that this should be my first blog entry, but then it got pushed to the back of my mind as I have already mentioned. What is funny, is how it got thrown right back to the front and center of my thoughts yesterday. It seems that this blog post was just meant to be.

Yesterday, I rushed home from my mom and dad's house (where Kru and I had spent the night the night before just to spend a little time with Nana and Papa) in order to meet the Quinn Family, so that they could view Flannery's senior photos. When I arrived at the house, I checked the mailbox and was excited to find a package from Rhonda Mason (she has a fun blog! Check it out here.) containing my copy of the book, The Christmas Box by Richard Paul Evans. You see, I was a winner of her give away stemming from a fun project she and her family are doing this year called the 12 days of giving (again, check out her blog, it is a great idea! And thank you Rhonda for a great book!).

I was so excited to receive this book for two reasons. First, I am an avid reader and I am always looking for something to read. Secondly, I had never even heard of this book, so I was excited to see what it was about. After meeting with the lovely Quinn family, it was nap time for Kru. While lying down with him, I opened up my new book and began reading it. It was such a great story that I continued to read and read until I finished it! It is a great, easy to read book. You should check it out. The part of the story that reminded me of my unpublished blog post/thought was this section located on pages 68 and 69...

Another Christmas season has come. The time of joy and peace. Yet how great a void still remains in my heart. They say that time heals all wounds. But even as wounds heal they leave scars, token reminders of the pain. Remember me, my love. Remember my love.

I guess it isn't too hard to see how the book triggered the memory.

The other day, my friend Jamie Stein, posted a memory on facebook about our friend Sara Davis who was killed in a car wreck when we were in high school. Her memory of Sara, began a domino effect as others posted their memories of Sara. Before long, there was a whole list, which I am sure everybody enjoyed sharing. So that is what I encourage you to do now. Share a memory of a loved one you have lost. Memories are ties to the past. Ties to the ones that we love who have passed away. While remembering can be sad, it can also spawn happy thoughts of the time we were allowed to share with those loved ones. Cherish that time, no matter how little or how long.


  1. Thank you Sarah for the shout out. ;O) Your so sweet. What a great post. I'm glad you enjoyed the book. ;O)

    Time does not heal all wounds, I agree. I too think sharing memories of loved ones you have lost is healing and good. I wrote a tribute to my dad a while back on my blog. This post reminded me of that. My favorite part of that post is the comments that came from people who knew him and what they remembered. Here's a link if you want to check it out.

    I hope you and your adorable family have a very merry CHRISTmas!

  2. Hey girl, hope all is well. It's been a while and was just checking in! ;o)