Hard To Pick A “Most Joyful Memory”

I tend to overlook all the good times in my life. When I do focus on them, though, I struggle to pick my favourite. There are so many awesome memories!

And which one is my most joyful memory?! Even harder to choose...

What I do know is that my most joyful memory would be when there was some other person present. But, I’ve got a joyful memory that I associate with practically every person of importance to me.

There’s the times spent with my grandfather. Hearing my grandmother praise my playing on the piano (when I was still just a kid). My dad teaching me some silly dance moves. My mother being proud of me. Or the time when I had boxing matches with my little sister and she ended up busting my nose...Three or four times...My baby brother wrapping me in a loving hug. Meeting my best friend in person. The list goes on...

Ah, yes! I think I found it. My most joyful memory:

Listening to my great-grandmother tell the story of what she saw after her one eye surgery. It was a slightly chilling tale, but I thoroughly enjoyed listening to her.

Actually, every moment I get to spend listening to my great-grandmother, both of them, is one of my most joyful memories.

Like, the morning after my grandfather’s sixtieth birthday. Having to share a room with my great-grandmother (not the previously mentioned one), I got to talk with her the next morning. She made coffee and I just listened to her talking the time away with me. That is what I call being blessed.

I never know when I can lose those that mean the most to me, and so I am building up these joyful memories. It’s hard to say which one is my absolute favourite, but I do know that I am thankful for each and every one.

One day, when I’m old and gray, I’ll look back and reminisce in nostalgia; if I am blessed to still have a memory at that point in time, though...Ah, well. Let’s be positive.

One day, I’ll look back and remember with a smile and joyful tears.