Holding on. Until we go inside.
The lower cabinet was stacked with cards, letters, pictures, and more. So full that the drawer, atop the cabinet, could not open.
Part of me wondered why — why had I held on to all of this for the past 20+ years? That part invited me to simply pick it up and throw it into the trash.
Another part, more curious and intrigued by this assembly of remembrances, suggested it would be appropriate to go through each one, one by one. That was my choice.
Needless to say, this took hours.
And it was a discovery process, as recency gave way to the past,....