For me, something, a picture or event just goes from brain to blogsy. I'll be watching a movie & have to stop & write my blog...example: after 'fight' tonight with family about moving
Today I realized that from now until we move there will never be a day when I'm not asked to go through boxes, asked about items-should I, can I, may I keep things? Things I love. Things that bring back memories. Happy memories, sad memories, bittersweet memories. Each item has a story, & each story carries grief, laughter, love, & letting go. Mom & dad see my reaction to this as anger-when it's the opposite. Each item I see Zoe, from the first day I got her until the day the vet put her to sleep. I see my overseas life-when I did something that mattered. I helped people...there was a need for me in this world, & there really isn't that need now. I see old friends-some I hold so close to my heart even though I've lost them in one way or another. I see Kris-my late brother. I see my old future potential. I see my test results that admitted me into graduate school. I see gifts from my university students. As much as I hate to say it pain overwhelms any feeling of joy at looking at these precious items. Mom & dad think my resistance to change boils down to drs & morphine, when it's grief over losing professionals who see me as a person who is legitimately hurting & in pain. Mom feels she is the whipping post, dad feels like the joy he used to feel can never be found again, & I feel like an anchor weighing them down from sailing into their sunset years together.