Several events and dates converged this weekend to remind me of the importance of the advice in the picture below.
That image was part of a weekend blog from one of my “imaginary friends” here on Spark (DH’s loving term). She wrote it before being taken to the ER. Of course I am hopeful for a good outcome and more blogs to come
This weekend marked the first visit of family to our lake house in 13 months.
Part of my enforced hermit time was spent sorting through pictures, clippings and assorted keepsakes. While I have kept albums chronologically since 1967, so many items are more significant to one child than another. Now I put special ones in separate albums for each child.
DD (Karen) & SIL (David) spent several hours with us looking through everything I had saved.
School pictures, class photos, music performances and competitions, swim meets and even her pitching in our town’s All Star softball game. I kept it up even after her marriage in 1994 – Race and marathon results as well as the accomplishments of the swim team she coached. Her children are adults now and I know they would like to see “when mom was young”
But the date? April 10th? Why was that sticking in my memory?
Nothing historical, no family birthday, anniversary etc.
Oh yes, on April 10, 1968 a very scared 20 year old and her husband walked a few blocks from their apartment to a hospital in Garden City, NY for GYN surgery. It wasn’t life threatening, but it did have potential impact for future fertility. We very much wanted to have a family.
Obviously, all turned out well. I have written about our 3 children and 6 grandchildren often here.
I thought about the doctor. I remembered his name. He was a young surgeon, 7 years in practice.
He would be in his mid 80s now. Could he still be alive? Turn to Google. Yes, there he was – his bio, not an obituary fortunately, just retired.
It took another day for me to write a message and I mailed the card this morning.
I remembered the photos in his office of the babies he delivered and wondered at the time if would ever have any of my own.
I know I am only one of thousands whose life he affected, but I wanted him to know that I remembered him and how thankful I was and still am for his caring expertise. Without his intervention there would be no memory albums to peruse and pass on.
So if there is someone who made a positive difference in your life, I hope you will let them know.
As always, I appreciate hearing any similar stories you wish to share.