Trying Not to Forget...Now I Remember.

I'm the worse birthday person...ever!  I forget the birthdays of those I love.  In fact, I have an automatic calendar all set up with every family member and friend and it pops up reminders now.   

When they pop up, I tell myself..."Don't forget to call.  Don't forget to call."

This week, I've remembered.  All week.  And I can't call her.  I can't remind David and the boys to call their Grandma.  

In fact, all I can do is remember.

Barbara, my Mother-in-Law, would have been 73 this year.  Much too young in my mind to go, and yet, no one more deserving to go.  To step in to eternity to again be with her Mom and Sister.

If heaven needs an organizer....she is on it!

My son wraps his wrists with athletic tape before his college games as a lineman.   Little did I know what was on them.   This week, he played better then he ever has.  As his Dad and I watched him on the live streaming, we were amazed.  In fact, exhausted.  

He played for his Grandma.  Her initials written on his wrist.  He played for lost love.  

He played his heart out.

I remember.

She is part of us.  Her memories, love and the security of her being wrap around us.

Lord, please help me remember.  Today is here and I don't want to forget those I love ever again.