Capturing a Moment

One of my fondest memories of Independence Day happened in Crescent City in 1976. It was the 200th Anniversary of our nations founding, but that isn’t the only thing that made it special.

Michelle made it special, too.

She was a year or two younger than me and we knew one another from high school. That entire Sunday, the two of us spent the day walking around Beach Front Park.

We never held hands, locked arms or even kissed. Instead we did something far more intimate: we talked and laughed.

I’m telling this for a purpose.

No one would know about this except her and I — save for the fact that jus’ shared it. What “it” is — is a memory, something that we all have, but few of us share with others.

The reason I’m bringing this up is tha fact that not all of us will leave behind stone and metal monuments with our names inscribed up it. Not all of us will be able to establish a foundation or a trust in our name that will last through the years.

But what all of us can do is spend a few minutes everyday or even once a week, writing down some of the things we recall, those moments in life that were special, our thoughts, etc. It doesn’t matter if your grammar or spelling are perfect, the idea is to set down these things that will disappear with our passing onto paper.

And maybe — if you’re brave and willing — you can post them to an online journal created by you. It’s jus’ a thought.

To keep this in perspective — I have yet to convince my bride, my son or any of my friends to start and maintain this activity. So don’t feel alone if you come to the conclusion you’re not interested in such a project.