I have been going through some of my Mum and Dad’s possessions which we collected when we closed the family home. You realise how wonderful your parents were when you are able to see what they counted as treasure. My mum had hardly any jewellery, but what she did have was the cheap broaches we brothers had bought her over our childhood; I found an RE book from when I was 12 in which I had nothing but ticks and goods, school reports, a purse that my brother had found in the street which he had taken to the police station, and which was awarded to him after the prescribed time, all intact, untouched, with the policeman’s note inside, kept just in case. There is so much, its taking a long time, for everything found has a story attached. Fancy finding your mum and dad’s first photo together and then in a special envelope my first curls cut on my first birthday, ouch! There are so many big stories in the world today it’s easy to forget that each of us are moulded by the little stories that helped form us and made us the people we are today; to outsiders they mean nothing but when you have to open your family treasure chest, you realise they mean the world. I thank God, and I hope you will too, for the wonderful people who made us who we are today.
PS. I was wondering why I chose to write this today, then I realised I am listening to a piece of music called “The Grand Canyon Suite”, which just happened to be my Mum’s favourite classical piece: thanks Mum.