For a myriad of reasons, I have found myself unable to blog for over a month. There have been medical appointments with my younger daughter; moving out of my home into a granny annexe; helping my elder daughter and family move into my house, just to name a few. I have missed you all, especially participating in Storytelling Sunday and Simply a Moment. One of the difficulties was having no access to the internet for all of that time. Can you imagine how frustrating that has been?
No doubt, over the coming weeks, I will be able to share with you some of the above experiences but today belongs to Storytelling Sunday over at Sian's place, From High In the Sky.
Having to downsize from my home has not been as traumatic as I first thought it would be. By nature, I am a hoarder - 67 years of stuff to be shared out between my girls, taken to the charity shop, or dispatched to the tip - but, and this has surprised me, I now feel an enormous burden lifted from my shoulders. The space in my annexe is limited and I will have to live in a much more minimalistic way than ever before. This has set me free in ways I never thought possible. There is now only room for those most precious of belongings.
One of the things I had tucked away in a cupboard was a small suitcase that belonged to my late mother. For some reason, after she died, I just couldn't bring myself to sort out it's contents. Now, I had no choice. Just writing this down has created a lump in my throat. In one of the pockets, I found a small album containing some family photographs that I thought were lost in a fire at my mother's house. They were taken on my brother's wedding day. He and I standing together and my mum and lovely granny too.
There was a seven year age gap between us. He tragically died when I was 23 and he 30 years old. This photograph means the world to me as does the Parker pen he gave me on my 21st birthday.
This pen has travelled the world with me. I could never bear to part with it. It brings him close. When he gave it to me he remarked that he hoped it would tell many stories and it has. He was a born story-teller and would have loved this Sunday opportunity to share a tale or two.
If you are a story lover and enjoy reading about precious things, do pop over to From High in the Sky and join in. You will be glad you did.
So happy to be back on line. Enjoy the long weekend.