Last night we watched a movie Becky recommended, About Time. If you haven’t seen it, don’t worry, I won’t spoil it. The overall concept is about someone who learns that they have the ability to go back in time. I know, it’s an idea that is overdone, but trust me on this one. This movie takes a very different angle on it that is very meaningful on a few different levels. All in all it was an excellent way to spend some time as a family and let to some fun conversations afterwards.
The movie left me thinking about Dad a lot. Over the past 24 hours his memory never has been too far out of my thoughts. As I was laying in bed last night I took a deep breath and realized that I had the ability to time travel. Yes, for reals. Sounds crazy, right? But it’s actually true (kinda).
When I was missing Dad last night I pulled up my phone and went into my photo app. In less than 10 seconds I was transported back in time to 7:34pm on May 25, 2016. At that time I had just about wrapped up a blog about a pocket knife I had gotten from Grandpa Kreiling way back when I was in Scouts. (You can read it here if you’d like) I was texting Dad about few things and next thing I knew we’d gotten into a quite deep text chain. Just as I did when I read one specific text the first time on that night I had tears well up in my eyes. It was something I’d heard him say many times so not only was I remembering what the text read but times when Dad said those things in real life. For a moment I felt like I had truly traveled back in time and it was amazing.
From there I opened up a different folder of photos and went back to more and more different dates and times. So many of those photos caused me to dive right back into each moment. It was amazing how many details I found I could recall when thinking deeply about each. When I close my eyes and really focus it almost feels like I’ve found a way to go back in time to spend more time with Dad.
One other moment in time that really feels like I can go back to is the last time I hugged Dad. That moment will forever be burned in my brain. When I think about it too much I can feel my eyes start to mist up. It is a powerful moment that I relive often.
What a beautiful gift, the memory. I’m so blessed to have created so many moments with Dad. There are so many places in time I can go back to with him. Sure, it’s not exactly the same as time travel and it’s not the same as spending time with him in real life, but I’ll take it regardless.
I can’t help but wonder if part of the reason for the memories is something Dad used to tell Nick and I often. “I wish I could have five more minutes with Dad.” He’d say this and we could hear the emotion in voice and see it on his face. I’m not sure if he then went out of his way to create a memory or if I was just practicing what he’d shared. I always knew there’d be a day when I’d wish for five more minutes with him. Knowing there’s not a way to accomplish that I could at least pack my brain full of so many memories that I could go back to.
My blogs and frequent picture taking have greatly enhanced that memory and have enabled me to be able to quasi-time travel. All it seems to take is seeing a picture or the title of an old blog post and I can go back to that moment. I’m so thankful for being able to re-live so many wonderful moments and for finding a way to get an extra five minutes with Dad.