Ari_1965 of Beyond My Slab wants to know:
What is the oldest possession in your house or flat? Describe it or show us a picture. Where did it come from? Why do you hang on to it?
There are a few things in my life I’ve had a long time. Books I received as a child, a bracelet that I got as a gift for First Communion. Things that come and go, end up in storage, things that got lost in the shuffle of a few moves.
The oldest item in my apartment belongs to me, and yet it doesn’t. It has been a part of my life my entire life, and has never been away even when not with me. A source of unfailing support, comfort, and love since the day I was born. Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am now.
Of course, I’m talking about my mother, who is 81 now. She has lived with me for the last several years, and it would be hard to imagine life without her, though one day I must. Her mind is fairly sharp, even though she worries about forgetting things. Right now, she’s learning how to use a computer. The mysteries of the internet and email are all new to her. It’s not easy, but she’s hanging in there. It’s a little odd to teach the one who taught me, take care of the one who took care of me as a child. But there it is.
Possess her like a book or a knick-knack? No, not really. She’s my mother, a part of me, a part of my own life.