The Memories We Leave Behind

The Memories We Leave Behind

Fading MemoriesA 53 year old woman stands in her daughter’s bedroom doorway, her daughter having left for college. She looks around at her daughter’s bedroom. A room that was home to a small baby with a mobile hanging over the crib, later a little girl played with Barbies, said her evening prayers and made forts out of blankets. Not long after, a teen girl rushed in and quickly took off her soccer uniform, dropping it in a heap on the floor so that she could go shopping with friends.

A man stands alone, in his new apartment, the walls adorned with photos of his children that are at their mother’s home. Beanie babies lay lifelessly on the couch where two days ago the children played and laughed. The children will be back, but in these silent moments, the minutes tick by with the weight of a sledgehammer. The absence of laughter and moments missed are difficult to bear.

A brother and sister in their 60s stand in the opening of the garage to the home in which they grew up. Having buried their last parent that morning, they have the unenviable task of sorting through old belongings… of sifting through the memories.

In the end, all that exists of those we know, those we knew and of ourselves are the memories left behind in our minds and the minds of others. Generations pass, and stories are told but memories are lost and inevitably we cease to exist as a person that had dreams, held babies and made love to those that filled our heart. Eventually we are but merely a fact on a piece of paper or in a computer database. A name, a date of birth and perhaps a location of where we lived.

It sounds sad, and it is. But what can we do to change this? What can we do to make sure that we are more that just a name or a date?

For years I have been hired to sit down with those who want to have their story recorded and passed down for generations to come. I believe it’s critical to make sure we record each other’s stories. We all have a story to tell.

Please sit down with your family member, no matter what their age, and record their story. Ask them questions about their childhood, about their marriage, about whatever means the most to them and pass it on. Don’t let the lives of those you love be merely a memory to be lost in the wind.

August 18th, 2014|Blog|5 Comments

5 Comments

  1. Jackie Rose August 18, 2014 at 12:10 pm - Reply

    Beautiful … As an only child I fear the memories of my parents will be nonexistent after I’m gone. So, I share my stories with friends and their children with the hope something will be further passed along.

    • Jason P. Stadtlander August 18, 2014 at 12:20 pm - Reply

      I understand completely. Might not be a bad idea to write down things that you remember about them, maybe give a few copies to friends so they can pass them on?

  2. Grace sheikh August 18, 2014 at 2:32 pm - Reply

    Make yourself remembered by making a difference in someone’s life everyday. Even merely helping a neighbor with their groceries, touch someone’s life, their hearts, show them they are loved and cared for, and of course, know that your moments here ARE temporary, but Heaven is massive and so is God :)))

  3. Grace Healy August 18, 2014 at 10:33 pm - Reply

    I just had another revelation about this article, Mr. Stadtlander, Thank you…
    There has been a huge uproar about Market Basket, horrible, for many of us, I want to comment on my experience the other day at Shaw’s… I was buying some frozen food for when the sitter is with my kids, I met an incredible man, so nice, in his retirement, all he wanted was someobe to talk to. That’s what keeps life alive…..

  4. Sue August 18, 2014 at 10:34 pm - Reply

    This really struck a chord for me. My Mom died in May. I am so grateful that we sat and talked for hours, over the years, about her love, her fears, her joy, her pain, her faith. I feel like this was just a minute fraction of her heart and mind.
    But I know how she had butterflies in her stomach when she’d see my Dad in the hallways at College which made her run the other way. I know she loved Tchaikovsky and Beethoven. I know she even made phoney phone calls as a kid 🙂

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