Lost Memories May 29, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces , trackback“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.
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Oh, but wouldn’t this just make the best story (imagining how she came to receive the note/who the obituary was for/how she lost the wallet)! (Hmm, writerly side taking over feeling side…)
It could make a fabbo story but, unfortunately, I can’t think about it at all without bursting into tears. Full moon. Hormones. Need I say more!?
I’ve just read your comment on my blog about the Novel Racers Meet. I LOVE that idea! Would be great to meet everyone in person!
It really would! Ooh, how exciting!!
Not sure if you’ve seen it but Kate left a comment on my blog about your idea and she loves it. She was going to mention it in her coffee morning but she thought you might like to post about it since it was your idea.
This post made me cry.
Is it real?
If the so - the poor poor woman.
;-(
(count me in for a blog meet)
I know what you mean, Caroline… it breaks my heart every time I think of it. And yes, it is real
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