Sunday, September 11, 2011
What I Can't Remember
Like, I can remember my 5th grade teacher's birthday - October 3rd - every year. Since 5th grade. Just to bring everyone up to date, I haven't been in the 5th grade since 1978. I can't remember if I locked my car tonight or not. Just to bring everyone up to date, I haven't been in my car in like, I don't know, five minutes?
I can remember most of "...In Flanders Field the poppies blow..." from the 7th grade (you can now do the math to figure out the last time I was in 7th grade - as a student, that is.) I can't remember any of my sons' current cell phone numbers without looking them up.
I can remember the smell of my grandma - Noxema and roses - and she's been in Heaven since 1981. I can't remember if I just took the Tylenol I was thinking about taking or not. (Don't worry, I won't overmedicate!)
I can remember what I was wearing that June day in 1987 when I met my husband - the infamous University of Kansas "Beak 'em, Hawks!" t-shirt. I can't remember if I wore the outfit I just laid out for school tomorrow...to school last Friday.
I can remember where I was on September 11, 2001, just as my parents can remember where they were the day JFK was shot and my grandparents could remember where they were when they heard of the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Like most of you out there, I can remember a lot and I can't remember a lot.
And of all the things I can't remember...
I can't remember a time when God has not been with us in the midst of it all.