Corrie sat in her recliner, early that morning, with her cup of coffee. Where had the time gone? To her, it seemed as if her life had passed so quickly. Not that she was dying. She just felt like she was. Some of her dearest friends had been diagnosed with cancer and one had already passed.
In this early hour, Corrie began to go through her memory bank. Her mind wandered back to an Easter Sunday afternoon. While the adults were packing up the leftovers from the Sunday dinner on the grounds, Corrie and several of her friends were playing outside the church. In a moment’s time, Corrie had run into the street and was struck by a car. The next thing Corrie remembered is waking up in her father’s arms.
Snap! The picture was taken and placed in Corrie’s memory album.
Corrie took a sip of her coffee. What if she had died that day? No, she had lived. She remembered playing checkers with her first boyfriend while their parents met together for dinner. He had remained a good friend through the years and now he was one of those friends battling cancer.
Snap! The picture was placed in her memory album.
She had been blessed with a lot of boyfriends in her young life. But, as she got older, she wondered if she would ever find that special one. She sipped her coffee again. The once hot brew had become lukewarm and Corrie set the mug on the table next to her recliner. She took several moments to snap pictures from her past and placed them in her memory album.
“Oh, here’s the best one,” she thought. It was the day that Craig and his buddies came to her church. Craig was tall and handsome. He looked at Corrie as if there was not another girl in the room. His big brown eyes stared at her and watched her every move.
Snap! “This one will definitely remain in the album,” she said to herself.
The pictures flashed by; more pictures than Corrie could imagine. There was the wedding, the honeymoon at the lake, the first mobile home, the first doctor’s visit that told the new couple about the baby on the way. Oh, here’s the picture of Corrie in the bathtub on a hot July day. She was almost nine months pregnant and Craig was rewiring the mobile home for a new air conditioner and washer and dryer.
Snap! Corrie laughed out loud.
As she sat in the solitude of the morning, Corrie paged through her memory album. Pictures had been snapped of her son being born. The doctor had been on vacation and this delivery was his first after coming home. “I wonder if I can remember how to do this,” he said as Corrie gave another push. Corrie’s mind raced through more memories. She saw the picture of her third child. She saw the first day of school as her baby girl was getting on the bus. Corrie’s thoughts settled on her life as it had been in the last couple of years. She was older and had become a grandmother several times. He grandchildren were growing and developing distinct personalities. Corrie smiled as she reminisced some of their antics. She had been blessed.
Had she died as a child, she would not have had this full memory album. There were lots of memory photos; laughing with friends, enjoying family reunions, caring for her dying father, and welcoming her mother to come and live with her, in her home. There were memory photos of vacations, special anniversary get-a-ways with Craig, and surprise birthday parties. There were other photos that she passed over quickly. Some were painful. She chose to turn the page rather than dwell on them.
Corrie didn’t know how long she had sat in the recliner and gone through her memory album. She was deep in the pages when a voice interrupted her thoughts, “Good morning, Honey, what have you been doing?” Corrie slowly turned her head and looked into those big brown eyes.
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