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Originally Posted by katyseagull
Loungeville seems a little dead because it needs more variety of topics imo. Cant just be about movies and books.
I've been packing up a house and starting to wonder about life. We pack up our things and put pictures into boxes. We save memories. What is it all for. These memories died years ago. We put them in boxes and label them. Who will ever look at them again? So sad. Moving is a giant waste of money and time. What's the point. I liked all the stuff I had in closets. I knew where everything was!
Katy,
I've been planning on moving for years now, but I can't seem to muster the ambition. I've cleaned out tons of stuff, trying to get down to the barest of essentials. Still, I have thousands of books that I can't seem to get rid of yet. But these shall go too. I want to take as little as possible with me when I do move.
But I hold on to the memories without anything, or much of anything, to help with the recall. My wife told me to take more pictures because some day I would want them. I never took enough. And now I'm happy to have one or two.
My memories remain strong: I can still hear her voice, see the look on her face when she told me to get on with my life when she was gone, remember how she felt next to me, her warmth, her courage, her gentle ways with her children and complete strangers, her graciousness and generosity. I don't need pictures for any of this.
Some day when these memories have faded, the pictures will only be pictures of a stranger I no longer remember. What good will they be then?
Today, twelve years exactly after her death, I think of what she has missed, especially our daughter's wedding and the births of my two grandchildren, but I think, too, she never got to see what truly fine people her children have become, how they have let me continue to be part of their lives. I was blessed with Mary's love and continue to be blessed with the love of my two children and grandchildren. It has been so much more than I ever could have imagined some thirty years ago when I suddenly became a step--father.
Most of all, for now anyway, I don't need things to keep memories alive. You don't either, my friend.
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