I dropped a light bulb after removing it from the socket over our bathroom mirror. It fell and shattered into pieces. I descended the stepladder to begin cleaning the mess. Tiny shards of glass were scattered everywhere, among my makeup items, lipsticks, eye shadows, mascara, some in the sink and on the floor.
It was during this project that my sentimental journey began. I picked up the blue ceramic cup filled with Q-tips. I’ve had this cup since my granddaughter gave it to me. She made it in a high school ceramic class. I cherish it because I cherish her. I took out the Q-tips and shined it up as I often do. But this time I thought of her and how much I miss her and all my grandchildren. We keep in touch via Facebook, texts, and occasional phone calls, but that’s not the same as living near them. I will see my daughter, all my grandchildren, and my great granddaughter again, maybe sooner than I had hoped.
So what is the story behind the brown bear? Even though you haven’t asked, I will answer. My son made in an art class when he was a child. I looked around expecting to see it on the counter top, but it wasn’t there. My son passed away in 2012 at age 45. I miss him and I am glad that I’ve kept that brown bear all through the years. Startled that it was missing, I started to search. I found it in the cabinet under the sink. I probably put it there while cleaning the counter top. I always set too many things on the counter top, a fact that only becomes apparent when I must remove it all to wash the surface area underneath. I shined it up and will find a place for it again.
Far too many of these precious little things have gone by the wayside. You can’t take it with you but these little attachments are so meaningful while we are here. As you have written, they are links to people , places and things that have brought meaning for us in life and absolutely worthless to anyone else.
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Yes, Carl, you are right. These connections to memories are precious and bring meaning into our lives. Thanks for stopping by and for your comment. Blessings to you…
We never got to make nice things like that in art class. Some things can’t be parted with.
Yes, this is true. These articles are attached to my memories. I cannot leave them behind even is space is sparse. Blessings to you…
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