This year, like the 21 preceding it, I was in a deep, comfortable sleep while millions of you were out hunting for deals. I know there are some really great deals out there, but since I'm a professional shopper I know how to snatch up a good deal whenever. I don't buy into this jargon they put out; I know it's just another capitalist trap!
Thanksgiving isn't really a Liberian holiday, but most of us in the US use it as a day spent with family. My cousin, Mae, invited everyone over because her father is very sick. She wanted his family close by to celebrate and praise God while he still has the strength to do so. This was my first time seeing him since maybe seventh grade, so I do not remember him much. From pictures I saw of him and my last memories of him, I got sad. I thanked God, first, for everything about him, and asked God to deliver him and for his improvement. It's so sad to see someone who was so strong, so funny, so well to be the complete opposite at the hands of sickness. Today on our way back to CT we went to the hospital to say good-bye to him. I chose not to go, because I didn't want what could have been my last memory of him like that.
A friend talked to me about how she didn't want to go to her classmates funerals because she likes to remember people how they were. It wasn't until today that I realized truly how she felt. Although there may have been millions of memories before hand, we always remember "the last time".
While the bad times may come, let's remember to make GREAT memories out of the moments we still have.
God bless!
God bless!
