Recently, a friend and former classmate passed away. It was sudden, it was unexpected, and it made my heart heavy for days. I was sad that her family was grieving her loss, but I was also mournful of the fact the she was my age, she shared many of the same school-age memories as me – it felt like it could have been me.
Which leads me to this past weekend. I had just woken up from a much-needed nap, feeling unsettled after having a weird dream. While I was lying in bed, waking up fully, an old Garth Brooks song came on (please, don’t judge—my musical tastes are eclectic) called “Pushing Up Daisies”. Since I was in a somewhat melancholy state from the dream, I listened to the words of the song. Like, really listened.
The lyrics talk about how there will be two dates on our headstone when we die, but the little dash in between them is where the important stuff happens. It made me think about my life and how I am spending my time ‘in the dash’.
The song also made me think about how I want my family to be able to remember the important stuff, and maybe the not-so-important stuff, that happened during our time together. You never know when your time with them will be over, as I was reminded of when my friend passed away.
This is why I take pictures. This is why I scrapbook.
- I want to be intentional with my photos and my stories.
- I want my family to see that I loved them, that the time we spent together and the traditions we made were important to me.
- I want to remember all of the little things from when my kids were babies, toddlers, and now.
- I want my kids to see that I have lived a full and fun life. My story matters, too.