All that will be left will be the stories

All that will be left when I die will be the stories.  I will explain in a moment.

My daughter will always be my little girl, but now she’s a grown woman and a wife also to her husband.

She always has had a strong character and I am thankful of her willingness to share her opinion.

A few Christmases past, she came into the living room and commanded we turn off the tv and we go get the Monopoly board out.  Right then, as in instantly.

monopoly 1The tradition was born.

I am so thankful for the Off switch on the tv. After using this very useful switch we regularly sit down and play board games all together as a family, at Christmas, Easter, summer or whenever.

I have a good time playing these games regardless that I am consistently, and some would say, predictably, trounced on a regular basis.

I am looking forward to holidays again this year as my son, and daughter, son in law, patient wife and family and friends are all willing with us to turn off the tv and play board games.

All that will be left when I die will be the stories. Stories of time spent doing things, playing board games, trips we took, and other interaction stories.

I have those stories with my family from growing up.  I want my family to have those stories to remember also.

Christmas will be another opportunity to make some stories. I will use it.

Just being together will be lost as memorable,  the menus of meals we shares will be forgotten, the clothing we wore won’t matter, what movie we watched together will never come to mind but I’m believing that the stories will remain of time spent playing games, taking walks, and hopefully some loving hugs.

heart windshiledBig forever hugs.




About dfolstad58

I live in the South Okanagan. BC. I enjoy reading, exercise, toastmasters. spending time with my son, my daughter, & her husband , and my patient wife. I try to respond personally to every comment on my blog, and in this way I hope to get to know my readers a little bit and and am able to thank readers for their encouragement on what they liked and suggestions on what they would like to see me try in order to improve.
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9 Responses to All that will be left will be the stories

  1. says:

    I think you nailed it with this issue. Good memories is our greatest legacy to be passed on. My greatest wish is that my grand daughters tell their kids some memories of me, and if some of those make it into one more generation would be the icing on the cake. big hugs to you and yours.  ken


  2. makupsy says:

    This is true. In the end it’s the moments and memories that mean the most, everything else becomes irrelevant. This was a lovely and honest post 🙂


  3. As Brené Brown says, we’re wired for stories – telling them and sharing them is what connects us strongly! Thank you for stopping by at my blog and I’m looking forward to read more posts from you, Vilina


  4. Nick Sharma says:

    In this crazy fast world we live in it is heartwarming to hear stories like this where we are able to put down the remote, put down the phones and just focus on what’s truly important. Bravo to you Dave and your family for making this a tradition and more importantly, irreplaceable memories.

    Liked by 1 person

    • dfolstad58 says:

      In between the words I hear that you are a father who treasures family time and making memories with the most important people in his life; his family.
      Thank you for reading and commenting Nick. I sincerely hope 2018 will be a year filled with memories and stories, love and laughter.


  5. gifted50 says:

    Lovely memories.


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