The Saturday Post

No...not the magazine...my POST!

I've been up since way too early for a Saturday morning. Rich left for drill before the sun came up and I've been sitting at my kitchen table since 5am scanning photographs. It has taken me 1 1/2 years to finally go through the photographs that my parents had..to actually hold them and look back over the memories that stare back at me. It's tough, its painful - regardless of the happy, smiling faces captured in them, and I can't even begin to sugar coat how it feels.

Recently a family member asked for all for the photos and blasted me for 'keeping them to myself", because it was taking me so long to part with them. I understand...I also understand that this person still had his/her parents and can't imagine how it feels, regardless of how much they loved my parents - but you have to truly be at a point of semi-strength to go through things so intimate as a picture. Just as it took each of us a long time to clean their home, go through storage, clean out storage, donate their clothes...we all have/had our own time of when we can do certain things relating to our parents things - pictures are no different.

I did the only thing I could do and that was to start scanning all of the pictures before releasing them to the masses; which I've done off and on over the past few weeks. In the stillness of this morning, I would pick up a photo to scan, look at it, and be taken back to a particular time and place and remember what it felt like to be loved by my Mom and Dad. I cried many a tear this morning before I had to stop looking at them all together and just open the scanner lid, plop down a picture and hit scan.

Soon each picture will be scanned and I will let them go.

Peace