Why is it after we lose a loved one we always seem to have a brown box full of memories. I have many of these boxes filled with pictures, old greeting cards, newspaper clippings etc. Some of them have very intimate, personal meaning to me and others not so much. Either way, it seems I cannot dispose of these items. So, I go through them tears streaming down my face as I glance through what feels to me "my life in a box." I know there is more to it (my life), but right now that is how I feel and it is a lonely feeling. I know in my head I am not alone...I have a loving husband and three wonderful daughters in addition to extended family. I can't seem to tell my heart this though...my heart aches for my parents and my Aunt. These were the people closest to me that I shared my every day occurences. These were the people who could tell by my voice that something was bothering me. Now, I don't have that and I am trying to find a way to cope and move on. I know in my head that we WILL be reunited someday and it will be a glorious reunion. For now, I have to hold on to my box full of memories.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
