I'm sure that we all know the feeling: we reach down to the bottom of a dresser drawer and there it is! We are holding in our hands once again that ticket stub that brings back memories of a day so long ago; in this case, a young Marge and me, and a sunny afternoon at Yankee Stadium.
Or we sense a bitter-sweet feeling that comes over us when we hear the strains of a long-forgotten song; long forgotten but one that will never fade from that memory bank that we call our mind. Oh, how a song, or even a familiar scent, can bring back memories!
Those wonderful days (those exciting evenings) are very much a part of us, and may they always be so! Lovely people of the past, lovely places of the past, every so often they return. And we welcome them as the old dear friends that they are.
If I am lucky enough to someday pass through the Pearly Gates of Heaven, and if I am asked to name the dearest blessings of my Earthly trip, I will point to the beautiful memories that were allowed to me by our wonderful God.
I promise you that!