Today, I started a long over due project. Cleaning out an utility closet.
Boxes were hidden deep inside. Each one was pulled out and its contents carefully examined.
Many were tagged for the trash. A few for donations. Others for the shredder.
Only one remained. The treasure!
Inside this box were many files.
Historical family photos.
Keepsakes from Evan’s years in Elementary School.
Talks that were written for Evan’s mission farewell. One was his, the other, his fathers.
Letters from the mission field.
Letters from Dennis to his first grandchild.
The family gathered around and tears flowed as we felt Dennis’ presence surround us.
We felt sacred reassurances of the immense love he has for each and every one of us.
We all yearned for more.
Are there more of these valued treasures?
What are his thoughts and feelings that came along with his second grandchild.
Was he too sick to put those words on paper?
We searched the rest of the house but found nothing.
Perhaps other family members hold treasures of their own.
I hope so. If not,
We will have to hold on even tighter to those memories embedded in our souls.
For some of us, it is as simple as peaches!
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