Just thinking about...

We were cleaning the garage out this weekend and I had to go through a box of things from when mom passed away. It was letters and cards and a few pictures. Of course, I can't just throw it out - I have to read everyone and see if there is anything I should keep or maybe know about! It took me most of Monday to go through it all. I read all her Christmas cards over the last many years as well as birthday greetings from friends and family and personal letters from relatives. I felt like mom was here again.

I found a few love letters between mom and dad and an 'old flame's' response to mom's rejection. I do recall her telling me about this gentleman but didn't know too many details. Not that the letter includes much other than good insight on mom's behalf as he did not take the rejection very well. Definitely jealous and possessive. What I read was not 'love'. Anyway, thankfully, mom moved on and within a few months met up with our dad and within six months they were married. Now that's love!!

In the garage, we found the old name plate for our folks home which dad made. We were going to throw it out but I see it never made it into the garbage.

 

It now sits in its own place in our garage!

It's sad to think of our lives being 'tossed' after we die through the dissection of what's important to us now as opposed to what had meaning to them! I know myself that I have many, many, many cards and letters of my own that I often read and re-read or just simply look at from time to time. Not sure if my daughter would be too interested in reading each of them - in fact - I'm quite sure she would not. Different personality altogether!  However, I think she will have to go through a lot of things as I notice I do tuck stuff ($) here and there and tend to accumulate in the most unlikely places.  Perhaps I will try to clean up my act before she has to do too much of it herself!

On a totally different note...here is a picture of our little neighborhood rabbit which likes to sleep in the dirt next to our flower bed under the window. He's often there in the winter too but a different colour!