Beware the memories of March

 

Well another memorable March has come and gone. It is a month that is filled with mixed feelings for me . I always remember, when I was younger it was the month that my Grandfather Ogden was born. I remember the birthday dinners, listening to the stories about his life growing up, and thinking he had to be the oldest person I knew on this earth. If he were still here, he would have been 110 on the 28^th.

It is the month that I first drove tractor trailer, much to the chagrin of my mother, as I was not even old enough to get a driver’s license. I can still hear my fathers deep laugh, as my mother was raking him over the coals for that stunt. Every March after that, my father would always look at me and say “ Beware the ides of your mother.”

March is also the month for me to remember lives lived, as both of my parents passed away in this most memorable month. Mom passed away March 3^rd 2006, and Dad, one year and fifteen days later, in 2007.

But one of the most memorable, next to the day I met Sherry, was the birth of my first born. It was Easter Sunday, March 31^st, and I can still remember every sound, sight, and even smell, like it was yesterday. No video camera can capture the details that your memory can, when it comes to those occasions.

 This March new memories were tucked away in that little corner of my mind, as we drove to Ontario, to surprise our first born, on her special day. We were there for nineteen of them, and we were not going to miss this one. So we packed up the car and headed for Ontario. With the help of our very dear friends, the Hermack’s, it was a total success. She was expecting a small diner on her birthday at Yolanda and Keith’s, and learned to what extent a family would go to celebrate the one day a year meant to be memorable.

                On the sixteen hour drive home, at night, I had plenty of time to think about the past March’s and pray that each one of my children would cherish all of their memories, both the good and the bad. For me, this one will be remembered for a long time.

                Yes, good or bad, March is about memories for me.