Our family had a birthday party last Saturday, at Fulton’s nursing home. It was my wife, Ruth Hill’s sister’s daughter’s birthday. Everyone just sat around and told family stories. Fulton was extremely happy, laughing at all the silly things he and his brother used to do. It was a beautiful time. We were happy remembering all over again the fun things that happened in our lives. We were loving the stories!
I have heard it said, when a parent dies, one of the issues the mourning family struggles over is knowing the keeper of the family history and memories is now gone. I wonder how much Fulton remembers from the past. Will he remember them after we are gone? The only thing I can do is pray for him to remember, and keep sharing with him the stories. Perhaps in some way, with God’s help, he will remember his life and how good God’s been to him. So, let’s keep the family stories going. They can be a comfort to the soul. Always remembering the greatest story ever told, is the story of Jesus and His love for us. “I thank my God every time I remember you.” Philippians 1:3