A memory of someone

In the winter (like February maybe?) before our family left for Kenya my wonderful girlfriend Natalie invited me to a women’s retreat.

I have to say that I generally find all sorts of reasonable excuses for why I can’t go to these kinds of things.  They just generally aren’t (or weren’t) my speed.  Too much awkward chit-chat.  Sometimes too much information from one person who overshares and dominates conversations.  People wanting to give unsolicited advice, dorky book bags with even dorkier iron-on graphics, and on and on.

Anyhow, I decided that I would go just for the benefit of spending time with my wonderful friends Natalie and Erika.  It was at the beach, and I still had some good skipping out skills in me that were perfected in highschool.  I figured if the sessions were too boring, I’d head to the beach.

So, short story on the retreat was that it was pleasantly surprising in the time I got to spend by myself and reflect.

The reason for me writing this post is that Natalie’s friend, LoriLee was the worship leader and piano  player during the conference.  She was unabashed in her worship and playing.  If I could paint a visual picture, you would see a dark haired, skinny women, standing at a keyboard, bouncing up and down and she banged on the keys.  She was one of those people who played the chorus OVER and OVER.

We kind of made some inside jokes about it.  I had never heard the song she banged out on the keyboard, but after that conference it was BURNED into my brain.

After coming back from Kenya, and a few short months later (I think), Natalie shared with me that her dear friend had died of a brain tumor.  The next day after going over a year and a half without hearing that banged out song, I heard it on the radio,  and it felt like LoriLee was singing it right at me.

Today, every time I heard that song, I think of Lorilee banging on that keyboard, of a wonderful retreat with my girlfriends and some great time to really reflect.

What song, or smell, or sight brings up a specific memory for you?

By the way, the song is My Savior My God by Aaron Shust,



4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Amerika on August 6, 2011 at 8:08 am

    Ok so I heard this song today when I was painting and thought of LoriLee and Natalie and you. What a perfect blog post. Love you.


  2. Posted by Natalie on August 6, 2011 at 10:30 am

    Me, too. Every time I hear that song. That was a special time with you two. And at the time I had no idea what a dear friend she would become. What a vibrant presence she was. It’s been almost a year, and I miss her every day. I was just looking at her site: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/loreleifriesen


  3. My grandma passed away in March. A few weeks ago my Uncle came to visit and per my moms request brought up all her clothes so that we could maybe make something out of them (grandma really enjoyed quilting). As we were going through some of the bags of clothes, certain outfits would bring back memories. Grandma lived about 10 hours away, so we didn’t see her that often. The memories I do have of her are some of my most vivid.


    • Posted by mayfamily on August 8, 2011 at 1:08 am

      Kelsey, I can’t imagine how special a quilt made from those clothes would be! What a treasure! My husband Ian’s grandmother passed away just a while ago now and everytime we see a particular kind of shirt with pockets on the front edge, we think of her! Funny the things that imprint in our brains and hearts!


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