Today I received a box in the mail. Its contents included:
- a coin from a show we saw together as a family in Beijing in March 1997
- a framed crosstitch that my grandmother had done, that my mother had always hung in the laundry room
- a clay picture I had created as an art project in elementary school, which she had hung, also, in the house
- an envelope filled with photos--everything from me at one week old to the Oak Alley plantation tour we took the week I was to be married, and postcards representing so many of the different countries I visited throughout my 20s
- two sweaters, hand-knit, that my mother had made my sister and I when we were La Princesita's age...she, in fact, wants to wear one of them tomorrow to kindergarten
- a family portrait of the four of us of when I was in the third grade. After my father had his first tumor removed, in the spring of 1981. He was 40. And so thin.
- all the Mother's Day cards I had made or given her, and all the Father's Day cards I had made or given Dad
- a couple of cards from my grandmother, who had died back in 1985 when I was 13
Why cry? Do I mourn? Do I wish? Is it the handwriting? Is it that I want for simpler times? Is it that I know I will never give my children the family life that I grew up with just because there is no way that I can be happy here? Should I sacrifice my happiness and my completeness in life for after they are grown and out of the house, only so that they might have at the least a façade of a stable, happy home (in which, of course, the parents don't even sleep together, let alone hardly speak)? Is it that I just miss my father so terribly? Is it that my last interaction with my grandmother was that of an emotional, hormonally over-reactive teenager who ran off from her parents and acted like a spoiled brat and worried them all terribly...then she died of a massive coronary two weeks later in the middle of the night, without my ever making it right again? Then felt like I was being more punished when my other grandmother, my only other living grandparent, died not six months later? Is it that I miss my mother? Is it that I miss feeling like a part of a family? Is it that I'm tired of for so long trying to force a family out of what is not strong enough to make that happen?
She says that she has made lots of trips to the Goodwill for donations and has just gotten rid of so much stuff.
I hope she finally let Dad's shirts go. They have been hanging in the closet upstairs for eight years now.
And it makes me so terribly sad to see them still there every time I return to the home of my youth...not so much for her and her need to hold on, but for my missing him so...
But, of the three of us left, I'm the strong one who can't let that be known.
So please don't tell her that.
it's good sometimes to reminisce... photos..mementos etc etc gives you a going-back-or-i-dont-want-to mixed feelings
ResponderEliminargood am
Good morning, Piercing:
ResponderEliminarThat is true, you are right. I suppose that, at this juncture, it is triggering in me a lot of questioning and introspection as well.
However, after a glass of wine or two last night, my perspective was much less tearful!
Have a wonderful Friday. Be well, and thank you for stopping by.
Not a word will pass my lips. I say put it all in a box for later. It's great that these memories invoke such feeling. They should. Otherwise you would have spent your life in apathy.
ResponderEliminarAs for the other, don't wait. Kids know an unhappy household when they live in one whether or not it is openly that way. Just my two cents and my two cents might not be worth much but I'll lay them on the table for you.
Z, how GREAT to see you today...wasn't sure if you'd be up and around following yesterday's events.
ResponderEliminarI have put everything in a bag and put it in my closet.
And there we have it.
I'll post about what happened in my life this weekend, maybe later after I have some lunch. I'm stah-ving. Just a little more definition, just a few more steps.
Your two cents value gold to me (never doubt that)...and since I hear the value of gold is going through the roof right now, that should mean a lot! :)
Be well, Z.
Hey Mapi, I had a great day Friday. No pain. And yesterday it was 60 degrees so we worked outside all day and got the gardens cleaned out and all of the catalpa beans that have so far fallen cleaned up.
ResponderEliminarI think that could call for a rousing game of Washers and Wine and steaks on the grill tonight. :)
I have a box full of things from throughout my life. It's nice to find them every now and then although there are certain letters that still make me cry.
I hope your day rocks.