Memories how sweet they can be. Memories have a way of touching places in your heart and tugging at you. It can be a good memory or sad, still the emotions will often trickle out and surprise us.
My brother Mike, recently played with his new hand wand scanner and sent me a email box full of old photographs. Some made me smile, some caused me to miss someone while others had me giggling. I loved each one as I viewed them and saved them to my computer.
I am sharing one today. I cannot remember exactly how old we were, the three of us. I am the oldest, so we won't need to discuss this anymore. My brother Dan at the far left corner two years younger than I, my little brother Mike four years under me is sandwiched between us.
Although I am not sure who took this photo, I do remember we were at a sitter's, perhaps she did. I can recall how sad I felt. I did not like being in her home and forced outside into the hot weather. I can still recall the steam rising off the sidewalk and how still the air around us was. The memory of how close we three were is still within my heart. Seeing this photo made me miss them both. We would often huddle together when scared, or bored.
I am flooded with memories today of my two younger brothers. Dan is no longer with us and it leaves such a hole in my heart. I wonder at what kind of man he would have become. Mike although my younger brother, is also my best friend. I confide in him and depend on him. He teases me in a way only a younger brother can, but treats me with respect. We each have learned a lot since that hot summer day, we have grown in ways I would never imagined.
As I sit looking at that shy girl in this photo, I hardly recall her. She is different than the me of now. That's a good thing. My little brother has become like my big brother. I will hold on to this memory of that particular day and how close we were.
The snap shot of our past is a peek into the window of our future.
Blessings,
Teresa Gale
