never too late to make memories.
I have been pondering allot about memories, and especially with kids lately. Sounds kinda creepy, so let me elaburate some, hahhah..
I have an awesome relationship with all my kids, as I had with my own father. My dad was not only my dad, but he was also my best friend. He would whoop my ass when it was needed, and he also stood by me when it was needed. I lost my dad a couple years ago, and even though I have moved on, I still cry for him every now and then. He was an awesome man, and everyone that he ever met, he made an impact, and they just fell in love with the guy. He was tough, and he was fun. He knew how to have fun, and knew how to laugh, and make others laugh. The best memories of my life was with Dad. But, he was old, and it was his time to go. What got me spinning on memories, and especially memories for kids were not just my own memories. I have 3 grown sons, who all three have grown to be awesome men. I also have a late in life daughter who is now 13 years old. My daughter just lost her best friend since kindergarden last week. Her freind was a sick kid. She had Cystic Fibrosis, and had to fight for every breath she had taken, since birth. She missed allot of school due to it, and didn't have many friends because many people would't let their kids play with her, because they were afraid their kids might get sick from her. Ignorance... My daughter has so much fun with her friend. She would spend the night with us, and my daughter would spend the night at her house. They had a blast for years. I really admired this little girl. She was the sweetest spirit, and very soft spoken. But, not to be confused with weakness. This girl was stronger than most adults I have ever met. She had one of those silent strength personalities. If you looked, you would see it. She would run around the house, and have to stop, put her hands on her knees, and try to catch her breath. You could see it was a real fight for her. But, this kid never complained. Everything she said, was just sweet inosence. She had an ifectious, sweet smile. I would worry about her during her bouts of breathlessness. She would cough a cough you only hear from heavy smokers. I would go over to her and ask "Orchid, you ok hon?". She would look up at me, with the sweetest smile, through blood shot eyes and say "Yes, Mr. Huguley, I'm ok.." This was such an awesome kid. She passed away last week, and was only 12 years old. Her family just burried her yesterday. My 13 year old daughter has been beside herself since her friend's death. And taking it kinda hard. But, we all knew, and so did she, that Orchid would probably not ever see adulthood, even though she was so much more grown up than many adults today. I can not thank the good Lord enough for all my kids. I have been blessed with 4 of the healthiest kids. All, very strong, healthy, and good people. They all have expressed memories to me of their childhood that make me proud. They express their appreciation for me, and the memories that all have. Stuff that I have never thought about until now. Little crap, that I took for granted, are now memories for them. And I am proud and happy to say, most are good memories that will be with them for a lifetime, long after I am gone. I will do whatever I can, to make more for them, as well as my grand kids..
Anyway.. Nuff of that fluffy stuff.. .If there is a message, it would be to make memories not only for yourself, but for those around you, because you won't be here forever..
Rest in peace kiddo. You are loved and will be missed by many..