For so long I have been wanting to share some little stories about my baby bro, but I have so many I couldn’t decide which to tell or where to start. It got me thinking. How do you tell the story of someone’s life? I don’t know if there would ever even be enough words…ever. Or pictures. Or songs. No matter how long or short that life was. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So if you have a thousand pictures are ten thousand words enough? I think not. I feel there will never be enough because you can’t put a limit on something so special even if it was only special to one. Every human being is a blessing no matter who they are throughout their lives or how and when they left this world. A picture can fade even from our memory, but still can add to a story or even tell a little ditty on it’s own. Even just a keepsake can be lost, but can add to the tale. A story in words can be passed on, retold, remembered. Maybe it has to be told though, in bits and pieces. Shared with others in the moments we have with each other. In the moments we have with ourselves. In each and every moment we are reminded of them. Add a song? Even better. Words with a melody, that’s hard to forget and can touch your heart in a way mere words or even just pictures cannot. It doesn’t matter how well you knew a person, how long. If you touch someone’s life in any way than you are one of those precious bits and pieces. A snap shot. As they are for you. If we are lucky we get to be a big chunk. Not just a flick or a movie, but a feature film. But one person could never tell the whole story of someone else. Someone can only be that for themselves, the whole story. You can even write a book and share it, read it over and over or look at a picture every day. It’s still just pieces of one whole puzzle. Only you can tell your own entire story of a lifetime. You are the only one who has all of the bits and pieces, the memories, the moments of your own story all in one place. If a person can no longer tell their own story, it’s up to you, to us, to all the people that hold their own bits and pieces of that persons life, to share them. In whatever way you can. So if we all put in our two cents, our moments, our memories, our bits and pieces, we can tell the wonderful story of someone’s life... together. We can sing the beautiful song of their spirit and play the delightful melody of their soul. Even create a motion picture. Our words the script, our pictures the film and the songs, a soundtrack. When you dream of someone, are reminded of them, hear a song, a laugh, their name, see a sign, tell a joke, carry on a tradition, hear a piece of their story that someone else has shared, are offered a hug exactly when you need it, or even just think of them, sometimes those moments are pennies from heaven. Little bits and pieces of someone’s story they are sharing with us from the clouds above. They are sharing their own two cents…with us. I once heard that when you remember a memory, you are recalling the last time you remembered it, that it changes a little each time. Essentially making it a never-ending memory, whimsical don't ya think?. So when you share a memory of someone you are sharing a piece of their never ending story. I like the sound of that. Be a part of someone’s never-ending story told in a renewed way again and again. Put in your pennies, your two cents…or more. If you haven’t got a penny a ha’penny will do. And never stop telling. It’s invaluable. There is always someone somewhere who will appreciate them all large or small. I say, "Go For It"!
