Memories

Memories are like a fine wine that is appreciated at its full age or the fullness of its flavor. My memories parallel such a thought. Then there are those that are so pleasant they are more like having to eat liver and onions, even when you are told of this travesty your stomach starts to swirl in anticipation of a night of bowing before the porcelain throne. Maybe that is stretch but I hope you get the gist. The reason I am thinking about past memories is that this month of November has always been a month of found memories. Such as when I was a boy maybe about 8 or so, my uncle's and their friends would get together and play football on Thanksgiving day. I remember going to the park where they played for several years. It was a special time for it was me and my grandfather who would take me, and we would sometimes bring Brandy (granddad's golden retriever). This particular year I remember be allowed to play with my uncle's and their friends, I must note that it was not two hand touch. So there I was 8 or so playing football with 20 year olds, I thought I just made it to the big times, I tell you what. I got run a few plays before the sideline me, but what a memory. Not to mention the feasts at Thanksgiving at my grandma's house.

There are others that stand out to me, I remember when my aunt and me did not talk , for almost year and half or so, for us that is like an eternity. My aunt and myself have been close my whole life, she is only about 10 years older than me, so our relationship is more like a distant younger brother to an older sister. But I remember coming over to her and my uncle's house for Thanksgiving after we have talk on the phone to see if I would be allowed over. You might being saying what happen, well I was not a real grateful person back then. I thought everyone one owed because of my childhood. I took it out on my dear aunt and uncle, for they both were there to support me and help me, not be a Crux. I wanted crutches. Nevertheless, I was ashamed of by actions I pulled away of disappointed, but that day God showed me what grace is. I try to apologize, when I tried to utter those words my aunt said no need. It was in her voice I have forgiven you, likewise with my uncle. What a Thanksgiving memory.

Then there many others that held under strict lock and key, but these moments that turned into memories have formed me into who I am today. What a thought of time past and the future to unravel and the present to live within.