This week, Linda tell us that our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “precious.”
Precious memories of our departed loved ones, the precious gift of a child, the precious sound of laughter from one once sad and lonely.
Funny though, Hubby and I were talking the other day about what would happen to our stuff when we were no longer here. Should something happen to one of us, the other gets everything, but when they go, there is no-one to leave things to and no-one to execute our will.
Looking around our lounge, we were thinking about the little things, from a tin bumble bee to our Book of Life, the little ornaments, shells and knick knacks on our shelf to books, birdhouses and pictures.
To other people, they might be considered worthless tat, but to us they are precious……… precious because of the memories they hold and how they were acquired.
I have a ceramic shire horse, given to me by one of the lads in my care some 35 years ago.
He knew I’d like one and saved his pocket money until he had enough to buy the one he’d seen in the local shop for my birthday.
I remember him being so proud when he gave it to me, and then so sad because he couldn’t afford the wagon to go with it. I gathered him in my arms and said it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever been given, that I would treasure it always, and I wouldn’t need the wagon as it was perfect just as it was, because HE had given it to me.
I don’t know what happened to the chain reins, but the horse itself is unmarked, just a little dusty most of the time, and to me so very precious.