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I came home from holiday yesterday and now, on Monday morning, I’m right back to work, busy going through hundreds of emails and loads of other stuff.
Outside, Loch Linnhe, less than 50 yards away, is almost invisible in mist and rain which is sweeping past the front of the house and battering the windows at the back. It is almost comically miserable.
It’s sometimes said that nothing seems to slip into the past so quickly as a holiday so thank goodness, or thank God, for memories.
We didn’t go far; we love the west highlands, but we visited places for the first time and had new experiences.
As I pause for a moment, I can picture Raasay and walking on ‘Calum’s Road’, Sheila’s Tea Hut at Corran, the burning heat on the shore at Sandaig, a lovely meal just outside Broadford and so much more; memories to linger over and provide a welcome distraction on a wet and busy morning.
Memories are sometimes painful but can often be precious and, either way, are a huge part of who we are. We dread losing our memory, losing ourselves, and so many families are living with the pain of a loved one with dementia. We can hope, pray and maybe donate to research to help to alleviate this awful illness.
Maybe, for now, we can just take time to make memories together, precious ones to help us through hard times. That’s a gift we have to offer one another.
Rev Sandy Stoddart,
Duror and Glencoe: St Munda’s Church of Scotland.