Last year I told you about a special jar my sisters and I had created for our mom- a memory jar. About 10 years ago, long before we knew what her future held we made this jar from memories we had of our childhood. Simple things. Picnics in the park.... her snapping her fingers at us while on the phone using her "phone voice", being proud that she was so beautiful that she was often mistaken for one of our sisters....we presented these memories on little slips of paper "fortune cookie" style and stuffed them into a beautiful vase. It meant more to her than any gift she had ever received. She showed it to everyone that would pause for a minute while visiting her home. It made her cry every time. But they were happy tears. She was so proud of her kids, and the simple things we cherished. Little did we know back then, that my moms memory would practically be erased by now. She has no short term memory left. She can remember 10 years ago like it was yesterday. But yesterday....is sometimes hard for her to recall.
Back in August, a blog friend's husband was seriously injured at work. I was captivated by her stories and her faith. We quickly became email and blog friends. In February she lost her best friend, her husband suddenly passed away. My heart was breaking in two for her. I continued to read her posts and the outpouring of love, prayers and support that her loyal blog readers gave her. I wanted so desperately to take her pain away. To do something. I thought of the memory jar. I hand wrote some of the comments that were left on her blog during those times from her readers. I put them in a jar for her to always remember she had friends and support all over the world. I decorated the jar and sent it to her. A "perfect" stranger. Although she is not. We are connected through this wonderful blog world.
I've gotten so much out of this thing we call blogging. Friendships, inspiration, and creativity.
Take the time today to tell a fellow blogger when they have inspired you or touched your heart. It will make both your hearts sing. And please hop over to say hello to Nita at Red Tin Heart.