I just attempted the impossible. Impossible for me, anyway.
The task I set myself today was purging a large box of memories. The box is filled with Christmas cards, birthday cards, thank you and thinking of you cards, inspiring notes from family and friends. Determined to be ruthless, I delved into the box at 10 am, expecting to be finished by noon.
It is now 5 pm, and the box contents do not appear to be dwindling. What happened? I had a splendid day reading notes, smiling at cards that included family photos, exclaiming at how each child had changed.
With each card, I recalled special occasions; and what made these people important in my life. Oh my, how Isabella has grown. Gosh, that was the best birthday party. I can't believe Caitlyn is married. The conversations with myself also included: I need to keep this. How could I destroy such a memory? I must call Linda.
As I put away my only slightly depleted box of memories, did I waste my day? Not at all. It was a wonderful day. Hot tea, McVitie’s digestive biscuits wth marmalade, visualizing my friends and family through the years. Better than a Hallmark movie.
Reading the messages, and seeing the faces from over the years, reminded me – once again – why staying in touch with family and friends is so important. They are our greatest treasure. They remind us where we have been. And sometimes where we are going. I have renamed this still bulging assortment of memories - my treasure box
Keep sending those cards and notes. When this box is full, I will start a new box. As Dean Martin (young people can Google him) soothingly sang – memories are made of this.
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