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As time goes by: (Written 1/22/10)
She was tidying things up, setting things aside for charity, when she came across the nondescript white box. Her fingers, the nails bitten down to rough edges, smoothed along the lid before she eased it free. The moment she did, her breath caught in her lungs, memories flooding back as she remembered the smile on his face when he'd given it to her. The sparkle in his blue eyes, the touch of his hand through her hair as he kissed her temple.
For a moment her fingers traced over the tree of life, remembering him, remembering the way the sun shone in through the 2nd story bedroom, over the green comforter, and the comfortable disarray of toys that had been scattered over the floor. Her eyes closed as a tear tricked down her cheek, the pendant clutched tight within her fingers, the soft scent of the perfumed oil still lingering there.
They were fading now, the memories, but occasionally the sound of his voice came through in dreams, or the scent of him would strike her at the oddest of times. She could still taste his kiss, and feel his laughter, and it wasn't fair! All she wanted to do was forget. To be divorced from the feelings that would well up, and be done with them. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
With one last look, one last caress, she touched the pendant, memorized it's contours and slid the lid back into place. A silent prayer whispered from her lips as she tucked the box back into it's hiding place. Another tear rolling down her cheek as she turned the light off and left the room. Three bags of clothing to be donated, but that one small item, it would go nowhere, not today, perhaps not ever.


Authors notes:  Memories hold strong and fast. While reading this piece, tears came to my eyes. Why? because the words weren't a fictional exercise, they were something that happened, a real life event. And even now, before I tuck in, this is a bittersweet memory of life once passed.
Be well, J.

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