I spent the weekend continuing to help mom pack up her house - pack up memories. I mentioned before that my father was a pack-rat. It wasn't the things he kept. It was the memories.
This little Arc Du Triomphe souvenir is a tiny reminder of the trip we took to Paris.
Going through things, I don't think he ever threw away a card we gave him. Ever. You never realize how something so small could mean so much to someone.
I'll be back yet again in a couple of weeks for week 3 of packing. It's hard to see if we're making progress but we will get there ... Eventually.
So sorry for the loss of your father. It's amazing the memories a little item can bring back. My dear father is a saver too. xoxo Su
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. The little things left behind are a comfort.
DeleteI'm sure it's a huge job, but what a special treat during the process of packing to come across treasures full of wonderful memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your sweet visit,
Mary Alice