My 86 year old mother and I flew up to New York City to attend the funeral of her best friend, Judy. Not only was Judy my mother’s best friend, but she was also my second mother from the time that I was three years old.
My siblings and I all attended and we spent the day with Judy’s seven daughters and their families and friends. Of course, we did a lot of reminiscing, each story told triggering the memory of another vignette. During the day we visited Judy’s house, the same home were I spent days upon days in the basement playing with her kids, eating dinner at their large family dinner table, hopscotching on their front sidewalk, and giggling hysterically while reading the newest “Mad Magazine.” A whole new flood of memories bubbled up.
I have been creating a list of those stories so that I can write more about them in the future. I recommend whenever there’s a milestone event in your life–a funeral, a wedding, a birth, a big birthday or anniversary celebration–that you take some time to write not only about the event, but all the images and stories that bubble up and swirl around.
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