The Heart Box

I have been cleaning out the library.  In addition to the books of my life, I have kept a little reminder of the significant people in my life on display in between the manuscripts.  Every so often I take time to look at each of them or pick it up and let my mind go to a story connected to the person.,, my Dad’s cigar holder, my Mom’s old Brownie Camera and purple tam, my own track trophy…..  On the wall of my office is a set of picture frames with similar mementoes…Chuck’s Boy Scout hat, a picture of my therapy dog wearing my glasses…..  and in my heart I keep a little “box” of special people, places, and things.  When I first put my treasure in the box, it is bright and shiny and sometimes it has corners for it hurts to touch… but over time… there is more room in my heart box for some things fade and some get smaller with time.. and some will always be shiny and bright and prickle when I touch them.  I might not keep up with where everyone is today, but there is still a special spot in my heart box and I think of them on special days…and it is all good.