in box of stuff I've saved for purposes no longer known. Admittedly a pack rat, I have difficulty releasing items that no longer have real purpose and without which I've lived successfully. But finding photos of family and friends I'd forgotten I had, but quickly recalled, was a sweet journey in reverse.
Couple of photos of the friend I've known the longest (since I was in fifth grade which is a very long time ago) from our high school days. Equal number of photos of myself from same period. All reminding me that we lived before now and some of it was good. In those days we didn't appreciate our own circumstances very well, as I recall, and longed for the better life we'd live as we matured.
Well, I've aged and I hope matured as well; some of life has been quite good, but not all of it wonderful. Which is basis for my position that I'd have gotten off the train if I'd known some of the stops, really understood what the stations and events held and how things would play out. That's probably why we don't get the scripts before the show opens and must play it out by instinct and by learning how to do it all.
Pictures of my parents, cousins my age and my children with cousins their ages were quite good to see; there have been wonderful times filled with sweet memory, and 'tis nice to view each generation in itself and sometimes interacting with another generation.
Pictures of Big Bro and I from our childhood remind me that there were good and happy times shared even when it wasn't as easy as it seemed to us. Mama and Daddy took care of us, provided as well as they could and taught us well, with meager help, using their own fine instincts and hard work. I know it wasn't easy, but I don't recall their complaining--life was what it was. And I hope they had some sense of joy and reward in their children's lives and understood all they left us.
I offered Rosey couple of pictures of her and friends and she replied, casually as if it wasn't an issue, that she'd get them eventually. Yes, that's true and a fact not to be ignored; but I am not planning for it to be soon. And I don't think I've begun my 'dotage' yet and might still be able to function in the world. We lead lives that are
closely entertwined, but not closed to others; so my life goes on as hers does.
It is a gift to see progression from earlier days through the present and glimpse the future by considering the children now. I even liked pictures taken with Oliver, Rosey and their Dad; it was an important time in life.
I did take the opportunity, however, to tear up a picture of husband two and throw it in the trash can. Totally irrelevant and unnecessary. And he has his life now and doesn't need stuff from me.
Yes, it was a good day.
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