‘You can keep all the things that belonged to your parents’ I say. ‘It doesn’t bring them back.’ So I stand, in my father’s tool shed (circa 1969) and breathe in that dry old wood smell – how is it that no matter the temperature it’s always fine in here? My hand is curled around the handle of the enameled iron pot used to cook corn at corn roasts over the decades. I really do need this..for something. I take it in the house and wash the soot off
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You have a great style of writing...
Letting go of the past is one thing, but remembering the memories is another. Letting go of the past means to forgive the trespasses both from you and the other people, but forgetting is another thing. You don’t need to forget as that is what you learn. Keep what is important, let the rest go. I had so much stuff and it has been so hard to let it go. A year and a half later I am still letting things go. I must say it has been fun looking through old things and having the memories stirred up. I have found the things I thought were so important really aren’t important. The memories I have do not match the memories other familiy members have.
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