A very sad day passed us by this last week. It was the one year anniversary of the death of our friend, Steve. For those of you who have read any of my previous articles, you will know who I'm talking about. For those of you who haven't, you may want to go back and read "Why Am I Still Here?" and my first article "Cancer - Worth Dying For?"
Steve's funeral was one year ago September 9. My husband had a particularly hard day of it, even though it was a Saturday and we spent it in the mountains, where he is at most peace. But, alas, this week the mountains was the worst place for him. That was the place he shared with Steve. He could see the leaves beginning to change. He could hear the elk bugling. All he wanted to do was share it with his friend. A friend that was no longer here.
I found the day to be extremely long. You know - one of those DAYS were you spend two weeks in one place. I did my best to cajole and humor him. I did my best to keep the kids from doing too many obviously stupid things around him (let me tell you, that was probably what made the day so long). But, you know, no matter what I tried, it didn't help. Randy needed to miss Steve. The friendship needed to be relived for a day. Randy NEEDED that reminder of the friend he had lost and I tried to take that experience and memory away from him.
Earlier this week, I found that I had done my love a great disservice. I discovered that mourning is not always a bad thing. Mourning and Memory - very similar words. While my husband mourned for his dear friend, his memory brought his friend to life, even for a few brief moments.
I have a dear friend who helped me a great deal with this submission. She is a true believer in the Savior and what He has done for us. She helped me see something so obvious, a two year old could have seen what was happening. However, when a person is so deeply involved in a situation, sometimes it's hard to see the obvious. She helped me see that even though I may have a sometimes sad issue to talk about, it doesn't have to be depressing. Perhaps that's why this submission is a reminder that memories are the buried treasure of a relationship. One memory is uncovered only to show that several more are laying in wait beneath it.
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