Memories

I have a hard time remembering things from my childhood. Things like favorite toys, childhood friends, family trips. Memories are hard to come by, at least good memories. Don't get me wrong I have some in my mind that I remember. I just want to be able to remember more. This past year while working with my psychologist I came to terms with most of my childhood. I have accepted that if God wants me to remember anymore then He will certainly put the memory in my head.

This weekend I spent the night with my cousin Melissa when I went to Kentucky for my Uncle's funeral. She is 6 months younger than me and we always spent a lot of time together growing up. I would go down for weeks at a time during the summer and we talked or wrote lots of letters in between visits. I estranged myself from most everyone in the family when things within my immediate family fell apart. It had been 20+ years since I spoke to Melissa when she looked me up on facebook last year on my birthday. This weekend is the 2nd time I've seen her since then. We stayed up until almost 2:30am talking. It was so wonderful to have that connection with her again. To be able to talk to her about family and she understands.

Melissa and I talked a lot about our Aunts and Uncles but mostly our conversation was about our Mamaw. She was the most important person in my life up until her death. Then Phyllis became that person. Mamaw had been moved to Kentucky and lived with Melissa and her family for a while before her death. So Melissa had that extended time with her also. We both miss her terribly. Oh we talked about how she would find the best switch possible and switch the back of your legs if you crossed her. But it would have to be really bad for that to happen. We both remember cleaning the back door glass in the storm door. We remembered how she thought people were stealing from her but in actuality she was hiding things and forgot where she put them.

Oh how fun it was to talk to her!