Packing Memories

Spent the evening packing memories.

They came in file cabinets full of letters, legal documents, instructions, and pictures/drawings mostly of/from children and grandchildren. My job was to make six drawers of material in the old home fit into three in the new one.

Wasn’t hard. I save way too much insignificant stuff—a copy of my Ph.D. qualifying exam from 1997. Seriously, Mike?

And there was something else. My saved correspondence included not only uplifting things (an encouraging letter from my Granna in 1973, a love letter from Charlotte in 1981) but some hurtful ones (an official rebuke from supervisors in 1991).

Guess you know what I trashed? Yep—the insignificant and the negative.

Now, if only I could do the same with those files I keep in my head.