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A rich collection of memories is the greatest gift.
When we were kids in Ohio, summer vacations meant driving to a small lake in Canada, where our parents spent the week fishing. Forty years later, a humorous birthday card jogs memories of riding through Michigan in the family Buick, and the ferry ride out to the island on the lake. We were ordinary people, living regular lives, yet we shared our uniqueness. We were there together, in that time, enjoying those little things.
When Em’s dad died, we reflected that the essence left behind rests in our heartfelt memories. True wealth isn’t stockpiles of cash, but those rich memories. Our inheritance of memories is permanent; it can’t be squandered, but gives exponentially more than the original investment.
On an ordinary day, years later, we rode the bus to town. We planned to have lunch, buy groceries, and come straight back home after a few hours. Two stops before ours, a family of nineteen boarded the eight-passenger bus, their luggage completely filling the aisle. They had arrived to celebrate their parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary. As they got settled, they seemed a bit travel-weary, yet even in their distraction, they were creating common memories—perhaps in many multiples of 19. We talked with them, gave them directions, and watched as they followed one another up the hill to their hotel, luggage in tow.
Over lunch, we revisited the linked themes of priority and memories. During the short bus ride, we watched three generations weave their lives together, ordinary people leaving trails of meaning, a legacy of small everyday things.
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When Em’s dad died, we reflected that the essence left behind rests in our heartfelt memories. True wealth isn’t stockpiles of cash, but those rich memories. Our inheritance of memories is permanent; it can’t be squandered, but gives exponentially more than the original investment.
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On an ordinary day, years later, we rode the bus to town. We planned to have lunch, buy groceries, and come straight back home after a few hours. Two stops before ours, a family of nineteen boarded the eight-passenger bus, their luggage completely filling the aisle. They had arrived to celebrate their parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary. As they got settled, they seemed a bit travel-weary, yet even in their distraction, they were creating common memories—perhaps in many multiples of 19. We talked with them, gave them directions, and watched as they followed one another up the hill to their hotel, luggage in tow.
Over lunch, we revisited the linked themes of priority and memories. During the short bus ride, we watched three generations weave their lives together, ordinary people leaving trails of meaning, a legacy of small everyday things.
You may also want to visit our other websites:
Uncommon Promise Video Channel
Under the Tuscan Thumb Blog
The UP Side Lowdown by Cheryl
New Music - Virtual CD
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