Oh the Memories

Remember as a kid how you would get so excited about something, and as you got older you forgot why it was you got so excited.  When I was little my family took small trips here and there, but one of my favorite trips each year was to Lipscomb University in Nashville for Singarama We would go with my dad's cousin, Todd's, family every year.  We would load up the mini vans with all the kids wanting to ride together so our brave dad's would take that van while our moms caught up in the other van.  It became tradition.  Once in Nashville we would meet up with good family friends the Faircloths.  The families came together like we had never been a part the whole time.  When Todd was diagnosed with cancer the trips took on a whole other meaning for the families.  The had much more importance.  I will never forget our last trip to Singarama with Todd, and to be honest the last for all of us together.  I didn't return to the Singarama show until I attend Lipscomb University.  I remember going and thinking why as a child was I so excited about this.  It is nice, but I looked forward all year to our trip to Singarama.  It has puzzled me for almost 7 years now, as to why I loved going to Singarama.  Last night I finally remembered why.  We all came together again to see Singarama, but this time it was different.  Todd's daughter Sydni was a hostess (which is a big deal as a Freshman).  As we gathered like old times in Alumni Auditorium, Sydni performed.  She opened her mouth and the music brought back the memories.  And that was what made the trip to Singarama so special.  It was the memories after every trip.  None of us new what the future had in store for us.  We didn't know we would experience grieve, sorrow, pain, hurt, loneliness, joy, celebration, and much more.  But we were given the opportunity to make great memories.  Thank you Sydni for reminding us all of those memories.