Lost Memories May 29, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces , 8 comments“Mum, I’m sorry I woke you up last night. You would only have worried that I hadn’t got back safely if I hadn’t. If it’s any consolation, we had a really good time and Jack says he still wants to marry you! In fact, all my friends reckon you’re the best Mum in the world. They’re wrong though. You’re the best Mum in the Universe.
All my love… ”
Tucked into the old, tatty, plastic wallet with this scrawled note are two photos: one of a man, in his late 60s, and another of two smiling schoolboys with goofy teeth and terrible hair. A typical school photo, obviously taken some time in the 1970s. There’s also a tiny, torn piece of yellowing newspaper which I unfold carefully - an obituary of a man: a father, a grandfather, a husband.
Someone has carried this little plastic wallet around for years. Years and years and years…
That little battered wallet of love and memories now sits in a box of lost property, abandoned in a tangle of odd gloves and sunglasses, with no way of identifying its owner.
I can’t bear to think how bereft that woman must feel without it. It really is too sad.
