Pre-threnody (before you go)

I don’t want anything of his when he is gone. Not a damned thing.
We didn’t talk for 20 years, and now he tells me stories. He tells me things about my mother I never knew, and I tuck them away like perfumed handkerchiefs in small drawers. I may never open them again, but they are there, preserved for posterity. Someone will want them and treasure them. Or someone careless will throw them in the trash.

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5 thoughts on “Pre-threnody (before you go)

  1. I have been in such situations. The memories, yes, so very important to treasure, no matter who has them. So long as they are kept, kept to be…well. Whatever comes of them will come. But you kept them.

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