Twenty eight years ago today my Dad slipped away peacefully into the night. I remember thinking that my broken heart would never mend and that our little family would never be the same again. I have learnt that hearts and minds are quite resilient and families are capable of adapting to cope with all that life throws at them.
As time marches on and broken hearts are patched back together treasured memories of days long gone are often resurrected from the recesses of the mind, dusted down and replayed time and time again. One such memory paid me a visit yesterday. On hearing the Stevie Wonder song, ‘I just called to say I love you’, I was instantly transported to 1984. I was standing in my Aunts kitchen. The phone rang and my Mum answered it and a smile instantly lit up her face.
On the other end of the line was my Dad, he was just making a quick call, from the corridor in Baggot Street Hospital, to tell my Mum that he loved her. Coincidentally his call had coincided with Stevie Wonder’s song , ‘I just called to say I love you’, being played on the radio. We had a giggle, made a joke or two about how soppy they both were and the moment passed and we got on with the day.
Thousands of moments pass every day. Many never cross our minds again. Yet, every now and then some of these ordinary everyday moments become treasured memories. Memories that are carefully wrapped in love and stored away safely. Sharing these memories ensure the stories of those we love remain part of the tapestry that is our life.