"THAT drawer"

I have a drawer that really needs to be cleaned out. My husband went to be with the Lord two years ago. Since that time I have been putting many things of his in the drawer to be dealt with later. These little things have piled up. I need to make decisions. Every time I look at the drawer I'm reminded of what I need to do.

One day I opened the drawer determined to get the job done. The first thing I picked up was a small box containing pins. They were High School senior pins. His pin had Q. A. on it with a chain going to the year, 1943. He graduated from Queen Anne High in Seattle, Wa. two years before I graduated from Roosevelt High. He was getting ready to go back home to Ark., and then he would be in the Navy for at least 3 years. We were in the middle of World War 11. To my surprise, this tall, nice looking, very smart young man asked me to wear his pin. In those days it meant you were going steady. I didn't think it could be for very long, but I said I'd wear it for a while, at least. A very nervous guy tried to pin it to my collar. The clasps were so tiny and his fingers were long and trembling, but he did it. If anyone had told me at that time, that in a few years we would be married, and one day celebrate our 60th Anniversary, and have 6 children, I wouldn't have believed them. Well, that was all I could take for that day. I closed the drawer, and told myself - later.

Procrastinating Bee

Be happy for me. I made my decisions and put all my memories into a Memory Box. Since the memories are mine, alone, I don't know how much it will mean to anyone else, someday. Memories are only good if they are your own memories. To others, they will just be pins. But they are making their own memories, and that's how it should be..

That drawer is just a drawer, now.