My, how the weekend did fly!
Seems there were places to be, things to do, all weekend long; yet when it comes right down to it, I’m hard pressed to tell you what, exactly, was accomplished.
I did take the time to celebrate my grandmother. These things are important, you know. I say this for my own benefit, if no one else’s. I’m blessed with two grandmothers living in the same town, and yet I rarely see one. Life gets busy, the days blur. And it’s a tad too easy to chalk it up as no big deal, just another “Hallmark” holiday.
But here’s the thing: any day that reminds us to love on a loved one, seems a mighty fine holiday, indeed.
Speaking of which, on this day in 1956, Record stores across the U.S. were overtaken with overwrought teenagers, looking for Love Me Tender, by Elvis Presley. Sadly for them, it had yet to be released. Lucky for us, fifty-some years later we continue to take it to our hearts.
As a matter of fact, it was only a few months ago, during the memorial service for my great-aunt and uncle, that my second cousin pulled out his guitar and informed us his sister told him to sing some good old rock n’ roll. Being more folksy in nature, he was none too keen on the idea. She suggested Elvis; he thought about it. Finally, he had to admit, his older sister just might be right. So, there he sat, strumming his guitar, singing Love Me Tender . . . ‘to my mom and dad, and all those we love.’
In honor of the frenzy of ’56, it seems a good day to listen to the King himself. Then, after we’re done, perhaps we can get in touch with a loved one–a grandparent or parent, a sibling or a friend–just to let them know, You have made my life complete, and I love you so.