PILES OF MEMORIES: PART 1
By Bonnie Bruns
“This
is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life”, I tell my friend. Even the anticipation of knowing I need to do
this leaves a sick feeling inside me.
Over one year has passed now since my beautiful 23 year old daughter
decided to end her life. A few people
matter-of-factly say, “It will get easier with time”, BUT THAT’S JUST NOT TRUE,
at least not yet. All we are left with
now are memories and that dreaded task – going through all her things she left
behind.
“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life”
We’ve
put off the task long enough; we’ve gone through enough excuses for not
beginning the task. We start making
piles. We make a pile of some of her
homemade things on the bed – the cloth purse she made with Grandma out of her
dad’s shirts, the remaining unique stuffed bears she made and loved to give
away – so creative, crafty, generous.
There’s another pile where her violin sets with a pile of music from
first grade all through high school – such musical talent and the beautiful
music that came out of that violin. Then
there’s the pile started with her aviation items – her private and commercial
licenses, the aviation books and her headset – oh how she loved to fly, oh how
she worked so hard in her studies. Piles
of photos, scrapbooks, Bibles with her personal notes written in the margins,
“hardest worker” swim team trophy and “champion” Bible quiz team trophy, that
silly hat she wore from her first job delivering newspapers on her
bicycle. The piles continue; the
unstoppable tears flow.
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The piles continue; the unstoppable tears flow.
But
what awaits us are the ever-visible five large blue trunks stacked on top of
each other in the garage, the ones she had ready to take back with her to
Purdue when she returned from Germany – always so neat and organized. What does each one hold? More memories, I’m sure; the stirring of more
hard emotions, I’m sure. This is going
to be a slow, hard process, I’m sure.
Thank you for sharing your heart and tears. I pray that in looking back, sorting, facing the "piles" you will find healing and comfort.
ReplyDeletePraying for you and yours as you go through a life well lived. God may not have called her, but I know He welcomed her with loving arms!!! Sending you lots of love and hugs!!! patti
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