My Memory Box

 

 

It's 10.30 in the morning. I am done with my breakfast and with browsing messages on my Facebook.Time now to get ready for my walk. I opened one of the drawers of my writing table. There I found so many small papers with my notes and dates. I got interested, and started reading couple of notes.

In one of those, was written, “ 14th November 2018. It was a small note about my journey from Croydon, the place one of my daughters used to live. She moved to Kent about six years ago. It was about my trip from my daughter’s place to meet my younger sister. To take the bus # 109 to Brixton station from there the Blue line tube to Walthamstow station. That was the meeting point with my sister“.


It took me back to the days when my younger sister was mobile. We used to coordinate meetings at various spots. She lives in Ilford, London England. Now she is not so mobile has to use a walker to move around. Things change so quickly. We never think about that till the time comes and changes the entire scenario.

Three of my daughters live in different parts of England. I used to visit them quite often to see them and my grand kids. We mothers have to do that to see our kids as they get busy with their work and family. They don't have time to visit to see us. I don't blame them. We were also busy in our days. Not able to be with our parents, to spend much time.

I live in Toronto, Canada, around eight flying hours away from their place, in England. It is too much for them to take time off from their work and family matters. Family life is demanding and so is work. There is so much competition nowadays. You have to be focused. Family life is also not as in our old days.
 

It is changed so much everywhere, in all parts of life. So much pressure to handle. I won't blame them. We parents have to be considerate and supportive. Don't have to put extra pressure on our children. Let them handle their matters with peace of mind. We don't have to demand things from them.

I put the papers back in the drawer of my table. That drawer is like a sacred place to remind me of so many golden memories of my life. The moments I enjoyed with my loved ones, celebrated the beautiful days of my life. I know that it is all a matter of the past, won't be coming back still it is precious to me. They are not a matter of the past. This drawer is like a memory box for me, to open up and travel to my memory trails.

1am getting ready for my walk. It started drizzling. I will wear my hooded long coat. I will be fine. For now I am mobile. You never know how things will be in later days. We have to make use of things is available. Things change same is with our health, our age, our body. Try to top up memorable moments in your memory box. Things keep changing. Try to celebrate every moment to brighten and make life beautiful.