Forgotten Dreams: At end...Part I
Treasures of a lifetime...
At end of your life will you be able to stand at your grave and say I lived and amazing life, I have lived what many didn't even know they could dream. I have loved, I have cried, and I have experienced all that I could find to experience.
At end of your life who will you be?
So, often we run from death and morn for what has been lost when another dies. In book "Tuesdays with Morie," Morie ends up celebrating his death, by choice, while he was still alive.
How you embrace death is how you will embrace life!
This is a story of a little box. It is a box that is almost as old as Sally. You see Sally decided when she was about five years of age that this particular box, a shoe box, would be perfect to keep her treasures.
Today at age of 95 Sally has passed away and her shoe box of treasures, although buried under years of clutter and dust, has survived journey with her. Sally kept her treasures with her for 90 years. The box quite warn bearing scars of 90 years of wear and tear was still in tack. Hidden within box where many of Sally's most treasured memories.
At age of five Sally decided that her very first treasure would be a flower. It was a small and delicate white flower filled with purple hues and softest of scents. It was a flower that filled Sally with great memories and provided her with many smiles over last 90 years.
Sally use to enjoy laying amongst tall grass in a near by field while enjoying company of her grandfather. Sally's grandfather would sit beside her, resting on an old tree stump, while whittling away at a piece of wood.
On those special mornings Sally would watch butterflies as they danced around flowers, giggling as she listened to grandfather and playing with occasional ladybug. You see Sally's grandfather loved to tell stories as he whittled away and stories were always filled with adventure.
The stories,in one moment, would have Sally anxiously gazing into her grandfather's eyes as she waited to hear what was next, and in next moment, she would be rolling in tall grass filled with laughter.
It was at five that Sally's grandfather passed away. As Sally sat upon her grandfather's old tree stump there in middle of tall grass stood a single flower. On this day no other flower could be seen. As Sally gazed upon flower memories came to view and it was then that she knew, flower was a treasure for her to hold.
The years would come and go, and Sally was always doing something to her treasure box. Her designs including early crayon markings, included little paper hearts and wonderful little paintings, all accented with special stones and broken pieces of jewelry.