my old guitar

              Memories have a funny way of showing up when you need them.  Well, sometimes, the wrong memories can show up like an uninvited guest.  You must do your best to help them move along their way.  However, those good memories, those happy memories, those once-in-a-lifetime memories, you invite them In and ask them to stay a while.             

              Lately, ever since we’ve been limited in our day to day due to this huge pandemic called COVID-19, it makes it hard for me to be able to do the things I love to do.  I’ve spent so much time inside, with myself.  It’s not like I have any shortage of memories with my grandparents or of my life in general, it’s just something about not being able to live your “normal” daily life, that really starts to take its toll.  So, I’ve taking my fair share down memory lane; stopping to talk to each memory I encounter along the way. 

              Before the world stopped and everything closed, I manage to get my old guitar back up and running.  It’s not like I used it a lot or remember how to play, however, the few notes I do remember; I play with so much conviction!  Each time I touch my guitar I just think of my grandfather and how he would play for me.  I’ve mentioned it before how he would sing to me when I was sick and of all the songs he sang, the one which stuck with me the most was “You Are My Sunshine” and every time I touch my guitar, I think of that song.  When I was young, I thought he wrote that song for me because I had never heard it before. 

              I hope by the time we come out of the other end of this troubled time in our world, that I’ve learned so much more.  Not only in the sense of this guitar, but about myself and how to increase the greatness of those around me.