Boxes of Cards
After my husband’s death I found several shoeboxes filled with greeting cards. I knew I had saved my cards from him, but I hadn’t realized he had saved all of the cards I had given to him.
I began reading the cards from our twenty-one years together. Tears of joy and remembrance and sadness dripped down my face. I was experiencing anew the unfolding of our relationship through the messages of these greeting cards.
The more I read, the more vivid were the memories associated with the birthdays and anniversaries and Valentine’s Days. There were also the “I’m Sorry” cards. I had no recollection of what we were sorry for, but the sentiment in the cards became part of a tapestry of love represented in these greeting cards.
I have moved four times since my husband’s death nine years ago. I have gradually given away a lot of my husband’s belongings and other items that had been a part of our life together.
I will always keep these greeting cards. I cherish the memories. I cherish the love preserved within these boxes of greeting cards.
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