Image from WeHeartIt After my mother died it took me a very long time to sort through her personal things. Truth be told, I am still sorting.
At the back of a bottom drawer in her bedroom, I found a packet of letters. Now I had rummaged through that draw on many occasions when I was growing up...that was one thing in my family, no secrets. I had never seen this packet of letters snuggled under her favorite head scarves. Where had they been? Who were they from? The return address was missing and the post mark smudged on all of them. No clues there.
Neither of my parents ever talked about their lives before they met and married. I don't suppose either had deep dark secrets. That was just the way things were done at that time in history. Could these letters be from an old lover?
I looked at them for a long long time. Retied the ribbon holding them together and returned them to their hiding place. I still have not had the courage to return to those letters, untie that pink ribbon and find out where and from whom they came. I feel it is a violation of her privacy to even consider reading them even though she has been at the big garage sale in the sky for the past ten years. When I think of those letters I get the feeling she is just over my shoulder and can read my mind...knows I am thinking about those letters and she doesn't want me reading them.
Oh well, who knows, she may come to me in a dream and tell me all about those letters. All about who they are from and why she kept them in that bottom drawer swaddled in her favorite head scarves. After all, as the old saying goes, "Curiosity killed the cat!"
Always...I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
At the back of a bottom drawer in her bedroom, I found a packet of letters. Now I had rummaged through that draw on many occasions when I was growing up...that was one thing in my family, no secrets. I had never seen this packet of letters snuggled under her favorite head scarves. Where had they been? Who were they from? The return address was missing and the post mark smudged on all of them. No clues there.
Neither of my parents ever talked about their lives before they met and married. I don't suppose either had deep dark secrets. That was just the way things were done at that time in history. Could these letters be from an old lover?
I looked at them for a long long time. Retied the ribbon holding them together and returned them to their hiding place. I still have not had the courage to return to those letters, untie that pink ribbon and find out where and from whom they came. I feel it is a violation of her privacy to even consider reading them even though she has been at the big garage sale in the sky for the past ten years. When I think of those letters I get the feeling she is just over my shoulder and can read my mind...knows I am thinking about those letters and she doesn't want me reading them.
Oh well, who knows, she may come to me in a dream and tell me all about those letters. All about who they are from and why she kept them in that bottom drawer swaddled in her favorite head scarves. After all, as the old saying goes, "Curiosity killed the cat!"
Always...I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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