Friday, July 12, 2013

Old letters...

Every once in a while I come across something from my past that evokes some strong emotion and it happened again last night.

Let me set the story for you...

I had just gotten into bed and was getting ready to turn off the light when I happened to look at the floor behind my bed and saw...ants.  Currently they are the bane of my existence.  I loathe them.  Anyway, after a few minutes of investigating, I determined that they were after a rogue cough drop in my nightstand.  I'll spare you the disgusting details of how they were swarming all over it.  I ended up cleaning out my nightstand (and under it and behind it and on top of it...).  This involves cleaning out not only the drawer but the shelf-y thing underneath it.  As I was cleaning out the shelf (it was mostly filled with books, go figure), I discovered an old hat-box that I put letters in.  I would guess that about 90% of the letters that were in there were from my mom.  Some going back as far as when I was in college.  I didn't read through all of them because after about two of them I was crying so much I couldn't see.  I put the letters back and pulled out some cards and discovered that they were cards people had sent me in sympathy when she passed.  Cue more crying.  I finally put everything away, washed my face, and went to bed.  With a raging headache.  Which meant I couldn't sleep.

A month from today will be eight years that she has been gone.  It's about this time of the year that I fall into a really creepy deep funk and usually it takes me a while to figure out why.  I still miss her so, so much but I am going to make a conscious effort this year to try to keep myself from sliding into the depression that leads up to August 12.


  1. Praying for you as that anniversary approaches. I also keep old letters and read back on them often. *hugs for you*
    (Oh and the ant story made me shudder for sure!)

  2. While cleaning out my Mom's house a couple of months ago, I found old letters and cards from my Dad and my sister Carol. Reading them brings back so many memories and makes me realize how much I miss them, but I'm so glad that I kept them, they are wonderul keepsakes.

  3. I had to clean out my Mom's home earlier this year. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. She was so very precious to me. I still haven't had the courage to read thru a whole lot of things that I kept but I will some day. I miss her more that I would have ever thought. You will be in my prayers as the "day" gets closer.

  4. BFF (((HUGS))) to you!!!! I wish that I could do something to help. I will be praying for you. Wish that I could be there to help.