Brutal! I love the final sentiment from a mature voice. What really matters... Plum Johnson wrote a memoir titled "They Left Us Everything" about having to clear out her parents' house. Once we reach a certain age, we kinda need to consider what we leave behind... just another stage in this life of memories and things.
So true. When my grandma died, I inherited boxes and boxes of her photos, and I had every intention of sorting them and putting them in albums. Five years later, the boxes are still sitting in my closet, untouched. It's true that when we leave this earth, even our most treasured possessions can become something our loved ones have to "deal with."
This is so heartbreaking. So glad your friends stepped up and that you're making photo albums again.
When a fire destroyed our friend's property in 2003, it took our boat home plus our van, and all of our storage stuff (books, albums, original films, memorabilia, photo negatives and artwork) we'd been moving from place to place for 15 years before our friend extended their hospitality to us. The one thing I insisted in taking in my car was a box that contained our photos, including our wedding album and my own baby book. Thank goodness I ignored all the neighbors and other people who said the fire would never come into that canyon.
“Even our favorite things are just things” this right here!! It really all boils down to the piece of our heart these “things” represent. That’s why they seem so important, why we get so stuck on having to have them. The thing doesn’t really matter, its the love it represents.
When I was evicted from my home of 35 years, I tossed all my slide carousels of trips to Europe, Canada, Mexico, Costa Rica, and Guatemala, and more. I had lost my slide viewer years prior, thought I would never find another one, and hadn't looked at them since the 90s. Sometimes I mourn my impulsive gesture and these photos of my younger, adventurous self. Yet, the many memories are still intact.
Brutal! I love the final sentiment from a mature voice. What really matters... Plum Johnson wrote a memoir titled "They Left Us Everything" about having to clear out her parents' house. Once we reach a certain age, we kinda need to consider what we leave behind... just another stage in this life of memories and things.
So true. When my grandma died, I inherited boxes and boxes of her photos, and I had every intention of sorting them and putting them in albums. Five years later, the boxes are still sitting in my closet, untouched. It's true that when we leave this earth, even our most treasured possessions can become something our loved ones have to "deal with."
Eva, obviously you HAVEN'T ..."dealt with".
(WTH was the point of ur "comment" here, anyway?)
This is so heartbreaking. So glad your friends stepped up and that you're making photo albums again.
When a fire destroyed our friend's property in 2003, it took our boat home plus our van, and all of our storage stuff (books, albums, original films, memorabilia, photo negatives and artwork) we'd been moving from place to place for 15 years before our friend extended their hospitality to us. The one thing I insisted in taking in my car was a box that contained our photos, including our wedding album and my own baby book. Thank goodness I ignored all the neighbors and other people who said the fire would never come into that canyon.
“Even our favorite things are just things” this right here!! It really all boils down to the piece of our heart these “things” represent. That’s why they seem so important, why we get so stuck on having to have them. The thing doesn’t really matter, its the love it represents.
Beautiful piece.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
When I was evicted from my home of 35 years, I tossed all my slide carousels of trips to Europe, Canada, Mexico, Costa Rica, and Guatemala, and more. I had lost my slide viewer years prior, thought I would never find another one, and hadn't looked at them since the 90s. Sometimes I mourn my impulsive gesture and these photos of my younger, adventurous self. Yet, the many memories are still intact.