Saturday was a day where an unplanned event took the course over a planned event. When I first typed that opening sentence I used the word “opportunity” rather than “event.”
I can think of a handful of events during my lifetime that changed the course or formed an opinion that I’ve held since. The last Saturday of April wasn’t that day for me, but it could have been for someone who’s path I walked along.
The course of life can be changed so quickly with words or actions.
Either way, constructive or destructive it was done by two people who’s lives and memories are all in a box in my closet. Pretty much anything left from two people born in the 1930’s is in a box or scattered around my home.
Everything but their words and actions.
When I packed those boxes away I realized someday one of the Shepkids will have everything left from my life in a box in a closet.
Everything but the actions, words and events that I gave them. Those don’t fit in a box, but fit in the course of the next lifetime.
I said or did something yesterday that could very easily be life changing. I might say or do something tomorrow.
Everyday we touch a number of planes that can be altered either in a positive or negative direction.
As crazy as that may seem don’t forget that after the grief you’ll be a distant memory shoved into a box.
Before you dust out make sure the right memories are shoved in that time capsule of your life.
I hope one of the Shepkids keeps my Pinewood derby car from 1976. Their Grampa worked hard making it. It should be in my box shoved in the closet. I’d like the puck I caught at a Blackhawks game at the old stadium to be in my box as well.
Being a parent, all the hard work, all the worrying, all the triumphs and failures will all end up in a box in a closet.
Leave a box full of good stuff. Stuff your kids can pull out when they are having a really bad day.
What we do today will last beyond our grave…. Try not to leave clutter.
