Treasuring Memories

Treasuring Memories

“The sea is not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that sometimes ships are wrecked by it.”  Simone Weil, Waiting for God

I awoke this morning to a beautiful south Texas day. The sky blue and without a trace of clouds. The sun peaking over the horizon promising to warm me and all living creatures who inhabit this part of the world. I am grateful this day. Babe and I would sit on the patio and sip coffee and enjoy the beautiful south Texas mornings before we began our work. I treasure those memories. I treasure each mug clink. And, I treasure the sound of a far-off rooster announcing the new dawn.

The mornings are still beautiful. The coffee is still hot. And, the rooster still announces the new day. I sit alone for a few moments grateful to a loving God that Babe and I shared that time together. I continue to see the beauty of the day; a grateful heart carries me forward, unafraid, into the future. It is good to be alive. I feel blessed for the journey I’ve had, the journey I’m traveling, and for a hopeful future in front of me.
I treasure memories and thank God for their gift.

Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at

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