The Little Things

My grandadult Laura wrote a wonderful note about an event that brought up a memory of my wife Marsha. It was the loss of a button that began the memory and triggered the remembering of an event in New York City when Bekah's pants had a problem that Marsha instantly fixed. A little thing like a needle and thread or the absence of a needle and thread can bring out the sadness that comes from loss. My son commented that although Marsha did many big things it is also the small things that he misses so much. As I pondered these things I concluded that there is no such thing as little things. Marsha did so many little things for me that I would hard pressed to be able to count them all. The big things would be her character, but the little things are the expression of her character. It occurred to me that little things are never little. I am known by the details, the little things, that make up the moments of my life. It is the way I react to life in the moment that shows people my true character. Marsha always seemed prepared to meet the needs of others, that was just who she was. Marsha was always ready to affirm the good and challenge the bad, that was just who she was. It is no little thing when we are touched by a memory, it is just a reminder of the true character of the one we love. So many such memories have surfaced in the year just past, but I know more will come, it is just who she was.