Well, today I added to my packratting.... How could I not?
In the mail came a large box from my aunt and uncle. Inside were treasures that had me shedding tears all afternoon. This evening I just feel quiet.
I lost my beloved grandma back in February. I've been processing that loss over the past few months, but you know how it goes.... it only takes a sight... a scent... a particular sound... Be it music, food, a voice... or a stack of old greeting cards... the hammer of the gun of emotion is set... waiting for that trigger to slam down and set off the blast.
Out it comes without my permission.
In the box were a stack of greeting cards. It seems there was something I didn't know about my grandma (actually, I'm sure there are plenty of things I don't know about her), but she is obviously the genetic source of my packratting.
I've collected greeting cards and postcards ever since I was a little girl. Not just cards that were given to me at holidays, but cards that I found, and liked, and just had to have. I'd be embarrassed for anyone to see the boxes I have of them.
I also have every single card my hubby has given me. A most romantic man, a poet, a comedian and a romantic. For over 30 years I've found his cards, secretly tucked somewhere (places where he's sure I'll find them...) ...like in the refridgerator... my langerie drawer... inside a shoe... You get the picture. How could I throw those away?
Well it appears my grandma couldn't throw hers away either, and now I have them. Not only do I have her own cards, but also the cards from my great-grandma (her mother) ... 50th anniversary, 60th anniversary, birthdays... This is one persistent gene!
As I read them today, the tears flowed, and once again I felt the connection I had with her.... still have with her. I found one more thing we share.
Thank you Grandma
I miss you ... still
Thank you Uncle Don & Aunt Carol
for sending them to me.
I miss you ... still
Thank you Uncle Don & Aunt Carol
for sending them to me.