Five Minute Friday — See

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker ( who thought about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And she figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.

This week’s prompt is SEE. The timer is set … so here goes. {clock starts now}

We’re going to do this one together. I invite you to join in this little experiment.

Take a look around. I happen to be in my recliner in the living room, listening to soft music on the television and pecking keys on my laptop. Survey the landscape then close your eyes for about 10 seconds.

What do you see in the darkness behind your eyelids?

Here’s what I saw. The cranberry walls, which reminded me when Karen slowly brought color into my world … room by room. I saw the television, a 60 inch we never intended to buy when we brought ourselves a joint present one Christmas about eight or nine years ago but discovered as a real deal we both enjoyed for years {okay, me more so with my sports, but chick flicks weren’t so shabby either}. I saw the shelf Karen decorated herself from raw wood and all the cds from Christian to … STOP

… Neil Diamond to Bon Jovi and her collection of every season of 24. I saw our baby pictures on the wall and remembered how excited we were when we discovered them and how she placed them just right to showcase our beginnings. I saw our electric fireplace, a little more warped than the day I brought it as a Christmas present and she picked it out. Today the mantle holds her picture, our urns and a Christmas bouquet that still is amazingly alive. The fire is on, but the motor on the flame is frozen. And plaques for our children she picked out surrounding a plaque of our Lord flank the back wall. I see the sofa at a slight angle and remember the hours it took to get it into just the right position and the ah hah moment when she {with my help, of course} discovered the wood and tile table was the perfect complement behind it. I see her rocker recliner, moved by the door but still with the family blanket the kids gave us draped over the back.

I see wonder. I see her hand and influence. I see memories.

Well, that’s what popped into this mind this week.

What do you see in your surroundings?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Laughter is the shock absorber of life’s blows.


About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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10 Responses to Five Minute Friday — See

  1. What beautiful memories you have ! (Visiting from FMF.)

  2. Natasha says:

    I think if we all looked around our homes, we would see beautiful memories as well!

  3. Dave Seyer says:

    As you were writing and I had the pleasure of reading and sharing your life, I was transported to your mother and of course my Aunt and your home. It reminded of 50 years ago. I see the recliner the pictures of family. I was a little younger, wish I had a better chance to know you. However I have such fond memories of your mother and father, they were the salt of this earth.
    I never thanked her your father and you!

    • Thanks.Life changes, but it’s really a series of memories. Mom, Dad and my wife are gone, but I can remember minute details of how our lives intertwined, I do hope we can get together and relive some of those memories..

  4. vakunzmann says:

    Beautifully written. Such tender memories are difficult for me to convey, you did so very well. Thank you for sharing.

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