Today our small group had our garage sale. Two purposes really, 1: to get rid of all the crap that builds its own empire in our assorted garages and 2: get some money to donate to charity. I sold a bunch of my old cloths and afterward Elaine and I were talking and she said that it was sad in an illogical way when the cloths were sold. I know why, items are tangible memories. They help to keep our memories from fading. That’s why it is such a tragedy when pictures are burned not only can you not replace them but the memories that they represent will blur and fade from our minds. Even the people and times we hold the most dearly will fade into obscurity over time. Time heals nothing, it merely obscures it.
When my wife said it was sad in a way I could help but think that I have sold much more of myself than that. As we pass through our lives we are continually hemorrhaging the things and memories we have. Life is a slow loss of the things we have or had hoped to accumulate. And of what we lose the lesser of that consist of actual things. It’s unavoidable and I don’t mean it as bitterly as it sounds.
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You better not have sold my DJ sweatshirt or there will be hell to pay!
I would never sell that small portion of bueaty. I only sold a bunch of old clothes that were hanging in the closet of my old bedroom.
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