It might be said that we each do our best to create fond memories. I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say no one wants to carry around unpleasant memories. At least for the most part, I think it’s safe to assume we’d rather keep in store good and healthy times. An off-shoot of that would naturally be we want others to remember us fondly as well. But that second part gets a little tricky.
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September 11
I don’t have the best memory
there are a lot of things I forget.
Even with my best intention
the experience is lost for me
because no memory is set.
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Not All Came Home
We sent our boys to fight a war
and then we sent even more.
The cause agreed upon was liberty
to keep us living in the land of the free.
They returned with battle wounds
but if the scar could not be seen it was assumed
their life should simply restart and be resumed
and any pain or hurt should not be shown
because not all the boys came home.
Continue readingGeneral Conference thoughts: Spiritually Defining Memories
When I served in Young Women, one of my responsibilities was to have a chat with primary aged girls that would soon come into the Young Women class. Our chat was to help prepare them for the next 6 years they would spend on their covenant path. What did I share with them? We looked in the Book of Mormon and found the word ‘remember.’ That, I told them, was the purpose of the Young Women organization. To help them remember the teaching of their parents and build upon it.
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by Elder Ronald A. Rasband
Below is the link to the General Conference talk by Elder Rasband. Between the link and here I share a few of my personal thoughts on the subject. Continue reading
The Thing About Fall Is…
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The thing about fall is…
I used to love it
Was it the spectacular colors?
Was it the change in the air?
Was it school starting?
I don’t know.
But it used to fill me with excitement.
The thing about fall is…
I don’t like it now
Is it because everything dies?
Is it because it is the end of summer?
Is it because of the cold?
I don’t know.
But it now fills me with dread.
The thing about fall is…
I think of you often
Is it because in September I’m more aware?
Is it because October is your birthday?
Is it because another holiday season is approaching without you?
I don’t know.
But I’m a little more blue in the fall.
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Remember
Who Are You Again?
My brother thinks it’s a feminine trait to want to be lovingly remembered. He states guys don’t care if they are remembered at all. That’s an over-generalization to both sexes but I can understand his point. I want to be remembered. In fact, I informed my niece that in the majority of her Polaroid snapshots’ of memories, I want to be standing in the background. Waving. With a big, goofy grin.
The moment
Will you take care of me
when I’m old and gray –
when my get up and go
has completely gone away?
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