They say that we die twice, once when we take our last breath and again when someone says our name for the last time.
We have a memorial corner in our home. It’s a special place with the ashes and mementos of loved ones who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Ruger is there, so is Miss Annie, Duchess, Jazz, Mumford, Sadie, Charlie, Ted, Cooper, and the rest. I put some Cheetos in the box with Sadie’s ashes. She loved Cheetos. Some of Annie’s “babies” are there. On the wall, as you can see in the picture, is a special portrait of Miss Annie, my little red-headed girlfriend, and below that is a beautiful poem about the Rainbow Bridge. It is difficult to write this through the tears. I miss them so much. We both do. Perhaps you do too as you have gotten to know them and love them through my writings. These loved ones are gone but they will never be forgotten.
As I was arranging a tiny Christmas decoration in our special corner recently, I heard Miss Annie’s voice. “Say my name, Dad.”
“Annie,” I whispered, and as tears flowed down my cheeks, I said all of their names and I closed with, “I love you guys.”
After their passing, it hurts our hearts to say or hear the names of someone who was and is still near and dear to us. The mere mention of their name brings a swell of memories and the pain of the abrupt ending to that loving relationship. Around our house, we avoid discussing certain memories, even good ones, because it hurts too much but that’s not the way it’s supposed to be. Love is not one single emotion. an elation, a warmth or a comfort of blessed companionship. It is a bouquet of glorious and sometimes painful feelings and the pain of loss is an integral part of that beautiful bouquet.
We had some magic going for a while with the crew that we had here at WarmFuzzy’s. Many of them are gone now and we miss that magic. We might even be tempted to believe that we will never see such a wondrous thing again. When we are dead we have no more interaction with the living. We are gone but our influence can live on as long as someone remembers us, as long as they say our name. We should not stop living when someone else has. Our happiness should not end when a source of happiness is gone. The magic will happen when we finally let it happen…again and again.
I say their names. It’s hurts my heart but I say their names. I will not let them die again.
Is there a name that you have not spoken in a very long time, a name that burns within? Say it. Whisper it if you must but speak honor, respect, and love upon that someone who has touched you deeply lest they be forgotten. Speak all of their names. Do it now.
Jesus rose from the dead and He is alive today but He is dead to someone who never says His name. Just as clearly as I heard Annie say, “Say my name, Dad,” Jesus is asking us to do the same. He wants us to say His name. If you haven’t said it in a while, say it now. The magic and the wonder will not only live but it will grow. You’ll see.