Time and proximity influence the attention we can give to an event. For example, a car crash that takes place on your street corner will certainly have you focus more attention on it than another accident that has occured 30 miles away. Or, if your child becomes ill, it certainly will grab more of your attention than if a friend of yours who lives 500 miles away with a child that is ill. The heartache you have today, supecedes the the heartache you had 5 years ago. Time and proximity, the closer the event is to our eyes, the greater its intensity we feel...its only natural.
So, on this solemn anniversary of Sept. 11, I beg your pardon for being short on worthy words on a horrific event in our history which affects each one of us. My attention has been diverted by the sale of my home of 24 years. Yes, I know, I am most fortunate to be able to have sold it and not lost it in a flood...we need not experience the very worst of others to feel the loss.......
With two weeks remaining before we move, today was the day..the garage sale! Garage sales are not meant for the sentimental, or the morally sensitive.... The fishing rod that I sold for 2 bucks was worth far greater than that amount in sentimental value. The many days that my boys and I woke before the sun, with a certain eagerness, drove to a pier and baited our lines. The thrills of the catch, the easy moments of time spent alone. I could see all of that as the man walked triumphantly away with his new purchase.
....and so the day went, article after article being carted off, desks where homework assignments labored over...beds, where they slept, tables, where meals were eaten, games where laughter was shared....
My sons came home to help with the sale, they were happy to see their items being passed along into others hands...and they did an outstanding job of loading beds in the back of vans, and assisting those who needed a hand.
I know..life is about moving on and its wrong not to allow time do to its job of erasing and softing the impact ...... and so, I release my grasp on this hour hand and let it loose...let time tick quickly...as it will bring me further from this aching heart!.....Unfortunately, for the survivors of 9/11 and Katrina, time does not move fast enough......
A new day begins soon! Godspeed and Peace to all~~~~Marc :)
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Yes. It is hard to part with things of sentimental value. Moving is not my forte. It should be since hubby used to be in the military and we used to move every two-three years. Goodluck in your new home...
This is exactly how I get accused of being a pack rat! I could have a garage sale and still have a house full of momentos. I am trying to get better...really. ;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
Beautiful sentiment. I moved this summer and had the inevitable yard sale and experienced the same mix of feelings.
I hope better days are coming your way. When you actually move there will be a bit of excitment. So just hang on.
-jan
The memories of fishing, laughter, children sitting at desks doing homework will remain in your heart forever, you don't need those "things" to remind you of them, you simply have to sit back, close your eyes and recall the moments that made you smile. It is hard to get rid of things like that ... I know. Being military and moving every three years there have been times when I had to finally let go of the "baby" stuff etc... but one thing I have also learned is it can be freeing...and liberating. My memories and goodtimes are MINE and nobody can take them away from me.
Now when you sit down to eat a meal together at the new table you can say..."hey remember that time at the old table when we...." Sorry you had to let these things go...hopefully a new family will have good times and good memories with them now. xoxo Robin
Marc, good luck with your move. Just remember that where ever you go, there you are! Peggy!
Marc.....Love the title on this one.
5 years ago I sold my house, home of 14 years. Left an ex & a house which really wasn't much of a home, when you have someone suffering from alcoholism.
When you deal with an alcoholic, EVERYONE suffers.
It WAS difficult to move on but we did & what we have left are
Photographs & Memories....; )
Lots of luck in your new home~
~Marie
Moving, and changes are always a little bittersweet. The sadness of releasing or letting go, yet the adventure of moving forward and facing something new and different. Yet is these challenges that make us discover, learn, and grow. Blessings on your new home.
It is because of that very "used heart...25 cents" that has only allowed me to hold one garage sale in my entire life. I am way too sentimental for my own good. I recall watching people scooping up the infant clothing I had carefully washed and hung on tiny hangers, and the elaborate Halloween costumes I had created with love, and the outgrown toys and play furniture...and my heart was hurting. Everything sold. People were happy with their purchases. But a bit of me went with each and every item sold. I feel sure other children got enjoyment from those things, and so I take comfort in that; however, I am not holding another garage sale! Good luck with your move and the excitement that the new can bring.
Marc,
Your pain will heal in time, of course. Just as you have already said. But the lovely memories of the good times that you spent in that house will linger forever.
It's funny how quickly bad memories can fade, while the good ones endure.
I need to have a garage sale. After having a home that contained floor to ceiling bookcases in living room, family room, den and master bedroom, I have found my precious books collecting bugs and dust in our garage.
I also have plastic container after plastic container of children's stuffed animals, pictures they drew in grade school, awards and trophies that they won, and on and on and on. I simply cannot part with those mementos in spite of the fact that I simply have no room for them anymore.
Hope your move goes smoothly and that you quickly find new joys and lovely memories in your new home.
Warmly,
Maryanne
Congratulations on the sale of your home, but how sad it must be at the same time. I can only imagine how bittersweet it all is. I love the story of selling your fishing rod. Oh the memories and sentimental value of the things we cherish. I'm guessing there were no hearts for sale for .25 cents at your garage sale. Hearts, whether new or used, are a rare and valuable commodity in these days and times. A new day is on the horizon, Marc. Your new home will soon be filled with new memories. These new memories will add to all the precious memories from your previous home. They will not replace them, but rather, add to them. And I know you will enjoy making every one of them! :)
Best,
Judith
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