Before going to sleep my wife and I often say, “Goodnight, see ya in the morning, I love you.”
This is a precious tradition of mine. I remember growing up and saying this simple phrase to my brother, sister, and parents every night when I’d go to sleep. I don’t remember how old we were, but I remember having a bedtime of 9pm. I shared a room with my brother Seth (I wrote about him here), and his bedtime was 9:30. Almost every single night I would lay in bed without moving until Seth came to get in our bunk with me. I was afraid and just wanted the comfort of my big brother.
Most nights we’d stay up late talking and talking, and then all of a sudden he’d get mad and punch me or something because he wanted to sleep. He’d usually follow it with, “goodnight, I love you, see ya in the morning”, that was my cue to shut up and go to sleep. But I’d always say it back, then occasionally we’d compete about who got to say it last, and I think I usually won… Or maybe I just want to think I won. We didn’t always say it out of competition though, we’d say it every night no matter what.
Now anytime I say that phrase to my wife,(or she says it to me) and someday I will to my kids, I think of my brother Seth. Whenever I stay at the same place as my sister, we say it too.
Sometimes it is the small little memories that keep people alive to us. Yes my brother is gone for quite a long time now, but that will never take away the years of memories I have with him.
Do you have anything you do that is a constant reminder of a lost one?