Purses of yesterday
contentment then and now
I am emptying the contents of purses past. What started out as a task took me down memory road. How far I have come in my grief!
The first purse dumped out Winchester Mystery house tickets. That would have been last Dec. 2011. I went to visit my sons in CA. Not wanting to be home Christmas. Christmas is now a reminder of that cold unusually snowy Winter that Hubby died. It was then I felt my first feeling of contentment. A vacation from grief! I never thought it possible.
Another purse this time more recent. Our trip to Niagara Falls Summer 2012. Going with my sister-in-law and my son unsure if it would bring sorrow or amazement. Seeing this wonder, the honeymoon capital of the world. My honeymoon that I never had with his sister. I looked though my eyes in awe asking the universe and Paul, Do you see this? Is is possible that you can see and feel what I do? Somehow I do feel that he was with us urging our happiness.
Another purse, another trip, this one a very unpleasant memory that took all my strength and courage to deal with.
My sister Celeste Hall was found dead in her apt. one day before my sister Sue's Birthday March 31st 2012. A trip to Jersey City,NJ. was necessary.
Must trepidation and fear as we arrived seeing the famous New York skyline was no comfort, we did not know what we would find in her apt. It did end up being a horrible task that will be burned in my mind forever.
This last purse had a Delenio Yankees schedule magnet.
A wonderful restaurant with amazing breads and subs.
Other reusable bags as used for groceries with wet tickets that have since dried out. Concert tickets, baseball tickets gone to in the rain. Not caring if my parade was rained on. Trodding on living this life in rain or shine.
Lots of new purses bought in the hopes that the bargin would bring some much needed endorphin's. But as we all know it is temporary and will not fix the loneliness we all face without our loves.
I will be going to Luray Caverns the end of the month. Another purse full of memories with and without My Love.
To all those changing purses changing lives it gets better, not when you want but just as you have accepted grief as part of you. It begins to separate from you as you embrace joy in little spurts. Hold on to that, the little moments of joy. It is your life raft as is this wonderful site.