Here is an old story that reminds us to look at home for the treasure in our lives.
Peddlar of Swatham from Ellouise Schoettler on Vimeo.
What is treasure anyway? Gold? Goods? or the love and people in your life.
At one time in my life, I admit, I went for the gold and goods - now I think more about the people being the treasure.
Even though Jim is "out-of-sight" he is "ever-present" to me and my most valuable treasures are the love and years we shared. Our children and their families and our extended families.
Memories and stories - their value was once again wonderfully clear when I visited with Jim's sister, brother and their spouses this week-end, telling stories that brought Jim back into the group with us. Just as my sisters and I shared stories earlier this Fall - - stories are the glue that bind us aren't they.
I have a pamphlet on Grief and Grieving by Doug Manning a Texas minister, in which he talks about how important it is to focus on the significance in your life of someone you have lost, how important it is to really understand what they meant in your life - as you grieve for them.
The process of fully understanding what someone meant in your life is both a joy and an agony. Because now they are gone. You can't tell them.**
Wouldn't it be wonderful to do that before you lose them - so that we know how incredibly rich we are? And, that they know they are the treasure?