Loss

I learned a lot from my grandparents, the way they lived and the things they said. My grandmother had a standard line for certain 'tragedies.'If it was spilt milk or juice she'd smile and say "Aren't we lucky. Everyone wishes they were rich enough to wash their floor with milk" (0r juice - or homemade chocolate sauce... whatever spilled!)

And when she lost something she'd say, "I hope someone who needed it more than I do has found it." She even said this once when she lost $20.00. Twenty WHOLE dollars - a fortune to my five-year old self.

I try to do the same. Really. But before it's always been on a small scale - favorite sunglasses stolen out of my car. "I hope whoever took them needed them more than I." A favorite pen that I left at the library and was missing when I got back, "I hope whoever found it enjoys it as much as I did."

But this time...it isn't so easy. I picture someone going through our stuff. Tossing out the things they consider unworthy - photos, personal letters.

Okay, enough of those thoughts.

No memory to share today. But a friend told me that this blog reminder her of a poem by Elizabeth Bishop and I'm honored. So, I'm sharing the link to the poem ONE ART
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212