Filled with memories and love
Stacked in the back of my closet
.
One box has Cousin memories
Filled with laughter and tears of frustration:
My height was no match for the boys.
I would taunt them to chase me.
I was short and cleared the table.. .
they were tall.
I outsmarted them—-haha!
I label this box “Satisfied with Revenge”
Another box has Daughter memories filled with laughter and anxiety:
it was difficult watching them grow up----
Independent women who no longer needed me.
I had given them wings.
I am learning to fly again, too.
I label this box “Satisfied and Content”
Here’s a large box with Dave's memories
Filled with laughter and concern:
Half our married life was so good
I never appreciated what we had.
So much joy and peace biking the KATY trail together.
The other half of our life was daily concerns for his health—
I did the best I could, sparing no cost financially or emotionally.
I labeled this one “Satisfied and Managed”
I found a dusty small box with a frayed ribbon: Germany memories.
I wouldn’t open it, couldn’t open it, but kept sliding it to the back of the closet .
One day the ribbon tore and it opened without my help.
I had packed away my feelings with the letters and photos.
They all escaped when I least expected. .. .with the death of my dear husband.
I haven’t labeled this one . . . . .yet
