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February 26, 2003

The “If…” Project: November 2000 (Archive)

If you knew that the world would end tomorrow, what would you do today? What memory would you want to hold onto for all eternity?

I would simply “hang out” with my parents and sisters at the family farm. I would not try to reflect on my life because it would only make me depressed, and it would be too late to change things anyway. Instead, I would concentrate on enjoying my family, who are the most important things in my life anyway. What I would like would be for us to talk.

I would like to ask the questions I have never been able to ask. I would ask LeAnn to talk about our childhood from her viewpoint, because I crave reminiscing with someone who shares my memories. I would ask Nancy where she finds her incredible strength. I would ask Brenda what it felt like to grow up almost an only child, with much-older siblings. And I would like to tell them things. I would tell LeAnn that I always felt closest to her even though I ended up spending a lot more time with the others. I would tell Nancy that she is my hero. I would tell Brenda that she has brightened our lives with her presence and we are so glad God chose to send our complete (we thought) family an “afterthought.”

And the memory I would like to hold onto would be either of two. There was the wild and crazy Christmas that was the only Christmas our entire family has spent together since we kids grew up. Seven adults and six children crammed in a tiny living room. A pile of presents so high you could barely see the tree. A homemade cardboard fireplace covered with stockings belonging to kids of all ages. Lots and lots of laughter.

And there was the Easter where Mom hid Brenda’s Easter basket so well she almost didn’t find it, and the children raced around hiding and re-hiding Easter eggs, one of which somehow ended up getting forgotten in Dad’s slipper. There is a picture Mom snapped that day of us four girls. It’s a horrible picture. We are laughing so hard our faces are all red and splotchy. I can’t even remember what was so funny, but it somehow epitomizes the entire day. Yeah, either of those memories would serve for eternity.