Memories truly do last forever. Over the weekend I was searching for a photo album and happen to come upon a box I had not seen in a few years. It was a memory box. I had made it hears ago so that it could house all my little things as I was growing up. Seeing it after all this time was something. All the cards, all the childhood memories. Letters from friends, family and even from the first boy that stole my heart.
Looking at old pictures and all these little things that held a small part of my life. It got me thinking about what each little thing meant to me. What each card, letter and picture held that meant so much to me. It made me miss all the people who left these memories with me and were no longer here.
I read through some letters, and notes that were inside. Some of these items were twenty years old. It amazes me how fast time passes by. How the years just ran away. All the things that I’ve gone through to get to where I am today.
It felt good to revisit these memories…They inspired me….
Savannah
Funny you mentioning this. I am in the middle of a mess and my stbx whom I wish would work things out with me actually introduced me to this idea of making memory boxes. I always just kept albums and scattered stuff. A really good idea. It is shocking sometimes how fast time moves by. Life is a funny thing. You don’t always realize how fast things go. I miss simpler times and lazier days… as we look for our purpose here…
Don’t just love finding things you put away and forgot you have until you come across them!!! My mom passed away 3 yrs ago and at the time I had only 1 picture of her or so I thought.She wasn’t much on getting her picture takened. My boys and I were going through some old boxes and found a couple more…they made me cry.I am a packrat.
Photos always bring back memories for me. I have them set up as a screensaver and often watch them go across the screen.
There’s nothing better than coming across memories when you’re cleaning out cupboards or looking for something.
Oh I know, since these are letters and things that the person wrote to me it is so personal…I’m probably a pack rat when it comes to this stuff but who cares…One of these days I will sit and put everything into a memory scrapbook so it will not get damaged….
Kris I always had one..it was a shoe box or some other version of a box but one was always there..I could not help but store all these things in it…
Maggie, I’m so sorry she is gone….At least you have something to remember her by…It is something that is close to your heart…Being a packrat is ok if these things matter to you…I know for me I could never bring myself to get rid of these things no matter how much space they took up…They are memories in a box…
HI, My parents house is big,but I can still remember my great- grandparents and how the kitchen was smelling of pound cake that smell all thought the whole house. And how I let go of this special someone twice, and I don’t want to say his name. You don’t care for someone out of the blue and it was true love. I can to keep this in my heart or my box.
Rydere01 that is such a memory you hold on forever and cherish it with all of your heart.