unopened

 

It sits there, untouched, taped shut, collecting dust.  The remnants of bitter-sweet memories.  Ill-timed news today, brought me back here.  To this closed off "corner of my heart".  I look up at that box and consider opening it.  It's the emotional release, I think, that compels me.  I ache for the familiarness of mourning, of letting go, of something resembling full closure. 

Part one of said-closure: my wedding band is at the bottom of a lake, my wedding dress re-used, I secretly hope, as some freak Halloween costume gone horribly well in its spookiness.

Part two of said-closure:  a letter never sent.  Written mostly for me.

Part three of said-closure:  time.

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I always hesitate to post these things but  feel like someone out there may benefit from reading it.  From feeling less alone in her/his own particular journey.  And, yes, that someone could very well be me. So I accept the vulnerability and hit "publish".

Comments

[Faranak]

Liza, I think you are unbelievably strong with a super human dose of courage! I have been keeping up with you ever since we lived in Chicago... I only wish we could've hung out a bit. I just wanted to let you know that I hope the scars vanish quickly so you aren't constantly reminded of such pain. You're amazing!

[liza]

Thanks, Faranak. :) Agreed, I do wish we had a chance to hang out more when you lived here! Thanks for the encouragement, it's always sweet to hear. I'm in a wonderful place in my life right now. Tender moments do sneak up now and then but overall, all is well.