I’ve been starting to feel a little better, so today I thought I would do something different. I made the bed. And then I proceeded to move my clean clothes into the room where my closet is. By this time, it was hurting to breathe, so I thought I would sit back down and go through a container of “memory stuff” that we brought up from the basement a few weeks ago. As I pulled out item after item, I would go from laughing to crying. And back to laughing again. I had a whole lifetime of memories piled in front of me on my bed.
I slowly and carefully packed up all these things, placing them back into the storage container. I would love to keep some of them out, but as we are most likely moving in a few months, I might as well wait.
I cleaned off my bed, and lay back down with two shoe boxes (that I covered in contact paper almost 23 years ago to make them look pretty) full of letters. Most of the letters were letters that my parents and siblings had sent to me from Bolivia, while I was going to school here in the USA. There were also some letters from my husband, written during our dating period and when we were first married.
Tears flowed today. Some tears were of sadness, or regret. Some tears were of laughter (one of my sisters wrote of her disgust upon reading about Clark Gable’s bad breath and completely understanding why Vivian Leigh kept turning her head away in the movie “Gone with the Wind”) Some tears were simply because I was touched at their love for me. There were some moments when my heart ached for days gone by. But in the end, as I packed up these letters into their little boxes, I felt like I had breathed a deep sigh and I can say, it’s all good. Thank You, Lord.