You'll stay with me?
Until the very end, said James.
- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Sometimes i think i've lost my mind
to make a collage with this stuff....
scraps of paper that bring back sad memories
but scraps of paper i kept -
for one reason or another.
hospital room numbers,
hospital phone numbers...
stuff that i should want to bury deep away somewhere
or burn in the backyard fire pit...but i don't want to.
i want to keep everything -
even the bad stuff that reminds me
of the suffering.
Suffering was part of her life in the end...
it was part of our lives
so why pretend it wasn't there?
i may as well honor it
as i do the good memories
even if it saddens me to remember.
I almost feel like these little scraps of paper haunt me
until i put them all together in one place
where they collectively form a certain memory in grief...
And once it's done,
i breathe easier
in a strange way.
Some people have issues with hoarding stuff,
i hoard memories. :-)
Be good to yourself.