She doesn’t know what I found.
Chattering away, she showed me the pins awarded from his thirty years of service, the collection of watches.
His bedroom dresser and then the portable safe. Sharing the contents so when all her memory has left, I have a clue.
“Yes, Mum, coins and wills”. I pick up a letter with my sister’s handwriting. The final one before she died.
Cards and poetry from me and my brother as children.
As if the pain of Dad’s loss at this time wasn’t enough.
A photo of his mistress. Quickly tucked away in my back pocket.
Chattering away, she showed me the pins awarded from his thirty years of service, the collection of watches.
His bedroom dresser and then the portable safe. Sharing the contents so when all her memory has left, I have a clue.
“Yes, Mum, coins and wills”. I pick up a letter with my sister’s handwriting. The final one before she died.
Cards and poetry from me and my brother as children.
As if the pain of Dad’s loss at this time wasn’t enough.
A photo of his mistress. Quickly tucked away in my back pocket.
