We may leave belongings to our kin. We may leave the remainder of an IRA. But what is longed for most are words. Words spoken and words written. Words in stories told and retold about life’s living. Words that reach backwards through the time of your raising and repeated past words shared in love. Words that forecast a future’s holding — like a treasure chest of gold. Every word a glittering and shinning with wealth that cannot rust or be stole. Gather round the family and hear the words that ring out across the ages. Listen and lay each pearl into the memory of those who have left us for glory. If it it be that they are still here, grip every sound that breaks the silence. For when they are gone and speechless, no more can be collected — no more will break the silence.
Hebrews 13:7 (NASB95): “Remember those who led you, who spoke the word of God to you; and considering the result of their conduct, imitate their faith.”
Luke 24:8 (NASB95): “And they remembered His words”