Precious, wonderful, priceless memories can never be taken away even though our loved one is no longer with us, our memories that will always be with us.
I was at work today, feeling a bit poorly and decided to buy a snack from the vending machine. I was looking for Walkers crisps but there were none on offer, then I spied the Bacon flavour Wheat Crunchies. A flood of the happiest memories washed over my body.
When Toby was about 8 or 9 I used to finish work at 5 and we went swimming when I picked him up from the child minder. I used to finish half an hour early on a Friday. After swimming we used to go home and watch Ellen or Cybil, Friends or Sabrina the Teenage witch, sitting on the floor with lots of pillows, and parked in between us was a huge bowl into which we had emptied several packets of bacon flavour wheat crunchies. Just one of the zillions of precious times with my boy that can never be taken away from me.
If I hadn’t gone to the snack machine today I wouldn’t have been blessed with this memory today. I remember another weekend when there was a ‘Sabrina the teenage witch’ marathon on TV and we settled on the living room floor with duvets, pillow and snacks and watched it until we were sick of it. What a cool Mum I was. These memories are so precious and all the more so now. I can’t help but be filled with gratitude for all the precious times like this that I spent with Toby, and reliving these memories is bittersweet but it keeps our relationship alive.
I talk to him still, and imagine him sharing the same memory wherever he is if he is looking down watching me eating the wheat crunchies. But don’t tell his friends, imagine his embarrassment if they found out he used to watch ‘Sabrina the teenage witch’, bless his little cotton socks.