September 21, 2021
I found these photographs last week while at my mother’s house, packing for my move.
I have never had the pleasure of seeing photographs from my mother & father’s wedding, not a single one. How strange is that?
The feeling that embodies gaining a glimpse into the past of which I have no understanding of - is a special kind of feeling.
It brings on pain, like an old wound being reopened. It always has, and it always will. But it also brings on a particular feeling of comfort, warmth … happiness.
The mere experience of being limited to learning about & knowing my father only through photographs & stories off lips of those who lived among him, is something I’ll never become accustomed to.
I choose to embrace all that comes with this experience, & the nature of it all. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I smile. Sometimes, I feel everything. Sometimes, I feel nothing at all.
Their anniversary is 4 days from today.
So, by chance, or by fate - today, I am grateful.
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