My bride and our daughter's assigned to me a task that has been one of the most difficult in many years. One that has taken a bit longer than anticipated. This task has been to go through old special occassion cards, holiday cards, photographs. And the memories?! From over the span of decades. Please, I was having flashbacks and was often overwhelmed by the memories that lingered just a bit before I tossed it...mental enema's, as in several moments of listening to their voices as I read their words.
I Cryed...
...it was time, you see? To dispose of pounds and pounds of cards, letters, photographs, from all Relations. Family, them with us now, or from those who have crossed before us. In their writing, in their words. Oh, no I did not dispose of all. I have letters from my mom and dad, my brothers and sisters when they were so much younger...a Survivor of the Holocaust in Poland, a fellow Survivor Of Sexual Abuse, both dear freinds. Photos of She Who Can Read Me and her very handsome husband, the Out Of Doors Man.
Cathartic? Please?
I was so much younger too.
Oh, please, no, not one photograph will be discarded. Have kept a few from these I have come across so far. I have kept a few cards, notes and letters from Relations. I won't get rid of all of these words...memories...emotions.
The love exchanged between family and friends. Through the years. I'm Blessed.
I've been Blessed all along...
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