A Flower Called Forget-Me-Not

Forget-Me-Nots make amazing bridal bouquets, not just because they are beautiful but also for what they symbolize. This post isn’t about flowers, by the way.

The bride walks up the aisle holding her little bouquet smiling with her watery eyes fixed on the love of her life.  Today is everything she’s ever dreamed of. She’s going to do everything to love this soulmate she’s found until death separates them. This is her decision and her prayer. But clasped in her fingers is a little reminder that lovers sometimes do get forgotten. There are no widows where there haven’t been brides. There is no divorce where there hasn’t been marriage. There is no heartbreak where there hasn’t been love. Darkness comes when the sun hides. 

Last week we buried an old man. There were no wreaths and the mourners were few. His life read like a movie but apparently the theatre emptied out before his end credits rolled up. As we listened to his biography in that little church, I wondered if he’d probably outlived most of those who remember him best?

It is a privilege to be unforgettable, and an honor to be remembered but what we are remembered for may be much more important. Just as no one remembers an uneventful day after a while, so are some people more easily forgotten. 

Stay unforgettable.