All that will be left when I die will be the stories. I will explain in a moment.
My daughter will always be my little girl, but now she’s a grown woman and a wife also to her husband.
She always has had a strong character and I am thankful of her willingness to share her opinion.
A few Christmases past, she came into the living room and commanded we turn off the tv and we go get the Monopoly board out. Right then, as in instantly.
The tradition was born.
I am so thankful for the Off switch on the tv. After using this very useful switch we regularly sit down and play board games all together as a family, at Christmas, Easter, summer or whenever.
I have a good time playing these games regardless that I am consistently, and some would say, predictably, trounced on a regular basis.
I am looking forward to holidays again this year as my son, and daughter, son in law, patient wife and family and friends are all willing with us to turn off the tv and play board games.
All that will be left when I die will be the stories. Stories of time spent doing things, playing board games, trips we took, and other interaction stories.
I have those stories with my family from growing up. I want my family to have those stories to remember also.
Christmas will be another opportunity to make some stories. I will use it.
Just being together will be lost as memorable, the menus of meals we shares will be forgotten, the clothing we wore won’t matter, what movie we watched together will never come to mind but I’m believing that the stories will remain of time spent playing games, taking walks, and hopefully some loving hugs.
Big forever hugs.