The story today is this. The things that I need to remember. The moments of standing in Fenway Park with my sister thinking that at my age of 35 and hers of 37 that we are at our first concert together (except for a Jack Wagner incident that shall remain unmentioned). And standing in that moment I kept saying to myself… “Remember…remember this…remember this….” So I am writing it down.
Sitting in my courtyard with hours slipping by and figuring it out through endless banter. Remember this.
When my nephew looked at me said, “I like when you come here TT.” “Why?” I replied. “Because I love you.” I then dropped to my knees, cried and hugged the greatest hug I could muster. Remember this.
When my best friends rallied around me…just because I asked. When their mere presence eased (eases) my spirit, fills my hours with laughter and my soul with uncondition. Remember this.
Walking to dig out cars in the dead of winter with my father. He, smoking his pipe, I, my Parliament Lights. Talking. Actually talking for the first time in years – and not feeling itchy or pained. Being there – in that moment. With my father. Remember this.
Being there – just because you could be and should be. Remember this.
"We want you to be the godmother to our baby...." Remember this.
Hurting my mothers’ feelings. Owning it, and holding out my arms when I saw her telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was. Remember this.
Letting go in love. Forgiving. Remember this.
Sylvia and the guinea pig -. Soul-mates. Remember this.
Walking the streets of London. iPod blaring ‘The City” by Joe Purdy and feeling for the first time in awhile…at peace again. Remember this.
Standing outside of a pub, Noely walking outside and just smiling at me saying, “We could be standing outside of any pub, anywhere and it’s just 15 years ago again isn’t it T?” Remember this.
Remember the laughter.
“Tarah Cammett, will you marry me?” Remember this.
Being ok enough to be alone. Remember this. Remember this.
Kisses that have sailed a thousand ships and broken a million hearts. Remember this.
The hard stuff. Love. Remember this.
The songs. Remember.
When he said, “I just need to see your face and know that you’re ok…” Please God, remember that. Because that – that is what this is all about. Giving what you get and getting what you give. Being the one that they call on their cigarette break – not the cause of it.
It’s kinda about love – in all and every form. Remember this.
Thanks for listening...
