When we gather together with friends and family the best times are when the stories start flowing.  Remembrances of times shared, daring adventures, unfathomable risks in youth that we lived to tell about, the good and crazy times, as laughter erupts often to the point of tears.  Especially treasured are the stories of loved ones who have passed that are retold time and again, as they enliven our spirits and enrich our lives. 

Recently, I listened to a podcast with James Finley who shared a touching story about when his wife Maureen died last year. He was inconsolable, until one day he realized that his intense grief was a testimony of his love for Maureen and how he still loved her. Then he thought about how she too still loved him and with that realization he began to feel her presence with him in his daily life. I find comfort in Jim’s experience and the recognition that Love continues beyond the veil of this earthly realm.

The following 2.5 min video is a grandson remembering his grandmother’s stories that she shared about her life. What is extraordinary, is how love flowed between them in such a beautiful way. 

As I reflect about the unfolding of my life a question arises, what will I leave behind? The one thing of value is the love we share with one another.

As Erie would encourage, Live love not fear.

Liz Sorensen Wessel
The gorgeous photo is by Chrissy Maio, my beautiful and talented niece.