Parts of The Whole

      When it rains, and the mouse wants to stir, you may stumble upon parts of the whole.
          You make banana bread, and the house smells delicious. Then you open a drawer.
      Before you pull it out, there is a brief second, that you think, maybe my old life is back in this drawer.
      Not that you want that life back, but your heart skips a beat. What in the world is knee deep in this cubby.
      If you are a collector of quotes and stories, you are bound to find some masterpieces. I hope you find what you are looking for and more. Its the more that fascinates me, and can bring me great pleasure or sadness in the looking.
     Memories stored on something you can touch, is always a plus. We are tactile animals, I think, at least this creature is. I love seeing people's handwriting and words, old stories torn out a magazines with a rusty staple holding the frail pages together. Old pens, and new,a folder filled with pieces of me, things to do and not to do!! scribbled on every surface.
      I blame the Rain, it speaks to you, and warns, slow down and look around.
    I found a lovely card, from one of my students, thanking me for her school life being good. She says that I taught her to not run away from hard things, and I made her laugh. She now lives in Japan, her home country, and I have kept a piece of her with me, on paper and in my heart.
   She came to us knowing no English, and left reading the classics.
   I hope she changes the world.
   Middle school age kids, not knowing their worth, and leaving feeling strong and beautiful. May be more powerful then the English language?
   I also found a couple of stories from 2009, by David Sedaris. He reminds me to laugh daily. He was my grief counselor after the loss of our son, when my life was crushed. He knows not our friendship, yet here again he has reached out of an old drawer and touched me.
  Then I saw some old blogs of mine, that I assume Bill must have printed at some time. He downloads all my blogs so that one day, the kids will have a book of moms thoughts, to take to the therapist office!!( you were loved to pieces, that is all you need to know!) ( I will save you some money) ( but go for it, if you feel the need)
    I was scared to read them, from 2007, because that pain, I can never visit again. However the titles, were so great, I gave it a whirl. I was happy they were fun to read, through the tears and very glad I started a blog almost 8 years ago. I encourage people to write things down, for the people who come after us.I also think we should save stuff, not hoarding tons, but if it causes you to grab your chest, put it in a drawer.
  We can all open a drawer and remember our parts of the whole, but we can never go back. And that is pretty near perfect, very much OK.