“WHEN YOU REMEMBER me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
“For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it’s your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.
“If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.
“‘Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom,’ the good thief said from his cross (Luke 23:42). There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.”
-Originally published in Whistling In The Dark by Frederick Buechner
Another reason for writing my fingers to the bone.
I do remember you with deep gratitude! Each time I find any order to my family records or recall a favorite one of your posts or even when my granddaughter moved a week ago not too far from you I told her I knew someone related to us that lives just through that field. Thanks so much for your contribution to the richness of my life and this opportunity to let you know! Hope you are well, Sheryl Clark
Thank you, Sheryl. It’s so nice to hear from you. I’m also Grateful to know YOU! All is well. All is well.