The Role of Memorable Memories in Our Lives

Every one of us have memories in life it’s either a happy or a sad one. Some of the memories we want to forget especially the sad or hurtful happenings. And we want to remain is the happy memories that we treasure the most.

It was February 3, 2010, it’s the day when my grandmother died. It’s very hard for me when she died, I can’t accept the fact that she left in the world. She’s the one of the person of my life that is very important. Since the day I born, she help my parents for taking care of me. She help for all the expenses and willing to help every time we need money and we don’t have foods to eat. Since the day I start schooling until I graduate in grade 6,she paid ally my expenses in school. She encourage and support me in all my activities that I want to joined. When I’m with her I always happy. My loving grandmother. Cared and helped me in my life. She’s the one who paid for my expenses in school, projects, the things that I want and I need. For me, she is the best grandmother in the world. No one can ever place her in my life and heart. Before she died I say to her that want her to be on stage to take my awards and medals. But she died before my graduation. I’m like a dead, I don’t know what to do. I don’t have an energy to go to school. I want to scream. I want all the pain will washed away from me. Wishing that it is only a nightmare in my life and it is not true that my grandmother died. It is very painful to me when she died. I blame myself for being useless. I can’t accept the fact that my grandmother died. I remember the days, months, years, when I’m with her. The moments we are both happy. The things she sacrificed for me and my family. I remember that she say to me that she say to me that I should go to school whatever happens. I regret for being childish, careless, and I only think for myself. I should care more to her. I should say “ I love you” when she is still alive. I should hug her every time I saw her. If I could only do it, I’ll do it. But it could never happen now. Even though she is not with me now, she will always remain in my heart. I’m very lucky that she is my grandmother. I love her so much. I always bring the lessons she taught me before. I always treasure the moments we had. And my grandmother is the one of my inspiration of staying strong, keep fighting, and being determine in my life.

All of us have different experiences in life. Different memorable memories that we had. We always prefer to the happy happenings. But for me, the hurtful happenings is also important to my life. It gave me to keep fighting reasons to keep fighting, overcome the problems and being and being determine and stay strong whatever happens. She maybe just an ordinary grandmother to everyone but for me she is the best grandmother. A grandmother who is willing to help every time that I need her. A grandmother that no one could ever place. I’m very thankful to have her in my life and I’m very thankful to God for giving me an opportunity to have a best grandmother. I’ll always remember and treasure the moments we had.

My Favorite Memories

The sunny skies of Panama City Beach, Florida, represent beautiful memories in my life. I go to this off-white beach at least five to six times during the year. This place has taught me how to swim, to race go-karts, to enjoy the simple things, and most importantly the value of friends and family. Apart from the things I have said, it is extremely significant to me because it has strengthened my walk with the Lord. In my early years, I would spend my days laid out in a bikini baring all my chunky rolls laying on dad’s broad shoulders. Being the first and only girl grandchild came with perks.

One of my favorite memories, I have consisted of Mimi and Pa taking me in a neon beachside souvenir shop, and letting me pick out anything my little heart desired. A few summers later little brother came along, and I suddenly had to learn to share my vacation with him. Nathan started making the family memories when he stabbed dad viciously in the eye on a cool foggy night. Between the ages of six and ten, we begin implanting more traditions. My personal two favorites are riding the gigantic light up Ferris wheel with Mimi and sitting on the side of the strip eating cherry Italian ice with Pa. Another one we started was having a competitive family competition of racing go-karts. Not to brag, but I have won every year. In the summer of 2016, I got to spend a week with my forever best friend, Madeline Jackson at the enormous resort Edge water. On day three of vacation Maddie’s big hazel eyes got three times bigger when she saw the red spider crab going between her legs. When I was little, it boggled my mind that my older cousins got to go to the beach along with their friends. I got my first opportunity to go to the beach with my loving youth group in 2018. As I sat under the pergola reflecting on the question Katie had asked just a heartbeat before on the text Philippians 1:9. ”Why does Paul want Phillippians’ love to increase? At first, I had no answer to this question. But then I dug a little deeper. The ”love” credited to the church is not simply a feeling of affection. It is an active, lived-out love. Wow, that hit me like a ton of books; the love and memories I make with my friends and family are not just a classical love, but they are a surviving love. That small group session seemed to fly by as I took notes in my flowered binder. My obnoxious alarm went off reminding me the time was up, I headed for the beach to discuss my discovery. ”Did any of you learn anything from this passage?” Katie asked once we had all returned on the beach it was peaceful. I looked across the horizon waiting on someone to make the first move. To my left, big blue-eyed Tabitha sat waiting on me to share. To my right sat the warped gold Linnaeus float we had found the night before. Soon, I realized no one was going to share. I interpreted this by the nervous eyes and knotting stomachs. ”Now,” Katie asked, ”Why do you all choose not to share?” I made eye contact with her and politely said,” I think none of us want to share because it affected us all on personal levels.” Katie replied, ”Fair enough. I do not want to pressure anyone.” A sea of relaxed looks flooded the youth group, and at that moment I knew no one would leave this beach trip as they had come.

The formal definition of memory states that memories are a recollection of the past. To me, the word memory means the foundation of my childhood and future. Not only do I associate memory with my childhood and future I associate it with my relationship with God. Soon, when I have children, I want to help them undergo their memories and teach them the beauty of having these experiences.

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