Our Past and Our Future
I was a kid I used to sneak into an old carved box my grandmother kept at the
back of her closet. In it she kept mementos of her childhood on the plains
of Kansas. Old costume jewelry and photographs of oddly dressed men with
odder haircuts and moustaches. There was an occasional tintype portrait of
a sweet looking woman or a very stern young man. Here and there was a
letter written in the most beautiful violet colored ink written in the most
florid handwriting imaginable. I could look at each and every item and
imagine the faraway world from which they drifted into the present.
My cousin Debbi was always my favorite. Of course when she and I were teens we drifted apart. She went to Panama with a military guy and I went to College, and later to live in London. Our grandmother died. Things got divided up. Years passed and I drifted even further away until my sister died...
"Anyway, life continues and I always think the best way to honor those we love who have gone is to try and do the best we can, be as honest as we can to ourselves, and as kind as we can to each other." ~Dennis
hen Janice got sicker, and we all tried to locate Dennis, I knew I could track him down, I put my all into the task, and he re-entered our lives. Dennis has always been my favorite, and we always seem to connect. Family has always been our glue. No matter what, who, or when, we are family and here on these pages is the lot of us. ~debbi
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Last update on 12/03/10