Day Fifteen: Love Remembers

A couple of years ago my grandmother stayed the weekend me. Brent was away for a conference. She does this a lot when he is gone. We are good company to eachother.

This one particular visit I can’t forget.

Mamaw had gone into the bathroom to bathe. She closed the door behind her. I was outside of her door, folding towels infront of the linen closet.

From the other side of the door came the sound of running water. And tears. Silent sniffles. Unexpected sadness.

“Mamaw? Can I come in?”

She turned off the water. As if nothing was wrong…”What honey?”

She didn’t know I was there.

“You’re crying. Can I come in?”

She opened the door. Her eyes red from tears. A tissue in her hand. “What’s the matter, Mamaw?”

“Oh honey, Mamaw just cries. A little everyday. I’ve always been like that.”


The tears coming back. “I just miss your mama. And your Papaw Clyde. Somedays, I can’t get over it.”

“I miss her too. But everyday, you cry? Mamaw, is that healthy? To remember them and cry so much?”

With her voice a bit broken, “We have to remember them. All those that we love. Your boys will only know your mother through your memory.”


As we have moved Mamaw from her home this summer, we uncovered so many memories. Mother’s baby clothes, journals, yearbooks and countless pictures.

The other day I found Papaw Clyde’s undershirt from World War II. Breathtaking.

Remembering can painful. And sad. But beautiful, still. Love remembers. And keeps their legacy alive.

And when he had given thanks, he broke the bread and said, “This is my body which is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way also he took the cup, after supper saying “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. 1 Corinthians 11:23-26

Jesus calls us to remember him. To reflect on his life. And his death. To savor the beauty of his Resurrection. And in doing this, we proclaim him. We are never to neglect or forget the gift he was to us. His life is worthy of our remembrance.

Day Fifteen: Love Remembers

Today, take time to remember loved ones that have passed. Look at pictures. Tell a story about them to your children. Honor their memory. Even if it hurts. Even if it brings tears. Remember.

3 thoughts on “Day Fifteen: Love Remembers

  1. Oh this…is absolutely beautiful. Yes, it's okay to cry and to remember. My grandma (who I miss so dearly) often said that it was better to face grief head on – to talk about the memories, to display pictures and look through photo albums, to remember that you were loved and that you loved. Because it is always better to love and grief a loved lost than to not love at all.

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