Looking back

As I sit here in my chair thinking about what I'm gonna write about next... I couldn't help but to look back at some of the stories I've wrote since the first of the year.
I can remember a few years ago telling Shelly how I wanted to start writing stories and how I thought it would be neat to look back on. Sometimes when you want to do something... you wait to find and figure out what will work the best for you. I'd been feeling like my heart was telling me things and I needed to get them in words. So at first I just started writing emails to myself and saving them. Then I thought about letting a few family members read them to see how they responded. It wasn't much longer and I was told about blogger and with a little research, here we are.
To be honest with you I have always wanted to write stories but I always made excuses why I thought I wouldn't like to write. See, I love to think back on the old days... how life was...war stories and just plain ole stories about what elderly people did when they were young ... the good times they had. If I am around elderly folk... and they're talking about what they done in the old days... I can't help but to be buried into their speech. I don't know why but it just does something to my heart when I hear stories like that and then see them laugh about it. It makes me think about their situation. Let's say I'm talking to an eighty year old man... he is not in that good of health but able to get around slowly... When he is talking about" the good ole days"... he is thinking back on the times he had so much fun or times that made him the happiest. The reason it blesses my heart is because even though they know their good ole days of being young and crazy are over... they can still look back and laugh about it. They cherish those moments.... and they brace them around their hearts so they will never be forgotten. I bet it's even like medicine when they have the opportunity to share their "good ole days" with someone. I'm sure they can tell you many stories of bad times too. We all have those and you have to do the best you can with your situation.
To me, elderly folk are like living gifts. To hear them call you with their weak scratchy voices is something that I will always cherish. You see... I never got to see or hear my grandparents. They passed before I was born. I will never have the chance to go my grandparents for good cooking and feel their gentle hugs and I will never have the chance to get lost in their stories about what they did for fun. At this time in my life... I find myself wondering what they would call me... or how their home made biscuits would taste. Those are the moments I would brace around my heart so they're never forgotten... but I can only imagine.
This past Sunday, I visited the church I use to attend while living in Lilesville and heard an elderly lady speak of the good times she has had with the church and the people that she loves. It was all I could do to hold a river of tears back. What I'm getting at is try to make the most out of your life, reach for your dreams..no matter how high they are or how crazy they might seem to others. It could be very rewarding for you. If it dosen't seem to be working out, then you can say you gave it a chance. You see good times makes good memories and to be able to look back on your life and laugh about something you done is priceless.
If I live long enough, I only hope and pray I can remember back on the good times I've had in life...my friends I care about and my family that I love. Good memories are the best.. and they go with you everywhere you go.