By Susan Gale Wickes
Visits are different now. They live in the same house, but something has changed.
Every time I leave, I take a memento. Once it was an old family photo, one I’d never seen. Another time, a candy jar that used to sit on the kitchen table. How many times I’d lifted the lid of that jar, exploring its contents with child-like wonder.
Now they give me little keepsakes and hugs. Their eyes speak of secrets I don’t want to know. “Someday,” they say.
Someday…
I’ll sit in his chair. I’ll open her music box and bittersweet memories will fill the room.
Poignant. Well done.
Thank you, James.
Evokes a mood of dread and memories of happier times.
A bittersweet tale….
I loved this, bittersweet but true.
Thanks, Joy.
Beautiful. The knowing of what will come . . .
And the wishing that it wouldn’t….
This is wonderful Susan. They did smooth the way for me, and my heart is so full of wonderful memories.
Thank you, Caroline. Memories can be such beautiful keepsakes.
Such a sweet story. You said so much with so few words. I felt like I could picture the scene without any description! That’s a talent! Well done!
Thank you, Robert.
Beautifully written. I love the detail.
Thanks, Cassie.
So emotional.