So to distill my life into a six word memoir is harder than I thought it would be. There are so many different directions it could go. And the thought of casting my six-word memoir out into cyberspace—where words never disappear—became more and more daunting the longer I thought about it. Yes, that is the “over thinking” thing popping up again.
I tried to come up with a memoir that was lighthearted and meaningful that I could connect to something in my life. Hmmmm . . . what could it be? But memories are an unruly thing. Lighthearted is not where my memory train stopped. Instead my mind turned to another moment in my life when I had to decide on just a few words to describe the indescribable.
Corey Andrew McClafferty
9-16-87 — 11-24-88
Corey, my fourteen-month-old son, had just died from a head injury after falling off the swing in the back yard. I picked out a tombstone. I didn’t want a tombstone, and I sure didn’t want one with my son’s name on it. They asked if we wanted to add anything besides his name, birth and death dates. How could a few words possibly capture what my son meant to me? Finally I mumbled “Our beloved son.” Three words that can never scratch the surface of the love I still have for my son, and the devastation of his loss.
How does this melancholy memory connect to writing this blog? I began writing only after Corey died. If he had not died, I would never have written a single word. After his death I knew I was supposed to write a book about my experience. My first book titled Forgiving God is a Christian inspirational book about the Spiritual battle I faced after Corey’s death and how God brought me through it and back to Him. After that, I began writing nonfiction books for young readers.
|Cover for my first book, Forgiving God|
Corey’s death has taught me many things about my God, my work, and my life. One of those things has been that life is short, sometimes very short. Every day costs me one day of my life and I don’t know how many days there will be. So I have a very simple six-word memoir:
Life’s a gift, treasure each day.
Carla Killough McClafferty