Monday, August 27, 2018

Remembering Jim on the Day He Was Born

I was up late last night, and the first thing I thought of when the clock moved past midnight was…It’s Jim’s birthday.

A lot has changed since Jim left this world thirteen years ago. I wonder what he would think about how things are now. I can only imagine how he would feel about some things, but I am sure of others.

I remember one time when I was feeling a little melancholy and worried about the mistakes I’d made as a parent. I should have done this, instead of that. I was too hard on the kids at times. Jim just looked at me and said, “Well, we must have done something right.” He was confident of their futures. Our sons grew up to be good men, family men, married to the two best daughters-in-law that we could have ever wanted.

Jim would have been proud of his four grandchildren. They are intelligent, of good character, and inherited the Fisher good looks. Jim loved being a granddad, and I’m thankful that he enjoyed the three older grandkids, and it makes me sad that he never met our youngest grandson.

I’m sure Jim would like that I continue to live a happy, love-filled, and mostly healthy life. Sure, sad things happen from time to time, but the moments we waste on regrets and sorrow takes away the time we have to enjoy our blessings.

I still miss Jim, and he sometimes comes to me in dreams and random thoughts. I cling to the good times, the happy times. I like to remember our trips to Colorado and Oregon and the happiness that those journeys brought Jim. One time my mom said she was glad we took those vacations and trips when we did instead of thinking that would be something we could do in retirement. I’m glad we did too, although at times, I was a reluctant traveler.

It fills my heart with gratitude that I was fortunate enough to receive Jim’s endless love. He would have wanted us to remember him with joy and laughter rather than with sadness. As far as his birthday—true to his unselfish nature, he would have wanted us to be happy.
  
Copyright © Aug 2018 by L.S. Fisher
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