Postcards and letters

Today I came across old cards sent by family and friends. I read some of them, a friend here, a colleague there and I mused that none have kept in touch. Oh they had written that we would stay in touch. I have tried reaching out but was unsuccessful.

Family cards bring bitter sweet memories, nieces and nephews have all grown into young adults. Active lifestyles, work and life in general has gotten in the way of staying in touch.

These are heirlooms of the heart, the memories they bring with each word written, the promises made and the sentiments.

Quietly without a second thought I throw each one into a disposable pile, not bothering to open and reread most of them. 

The memories are all locked  away and hopefully in time I will remember that once upon a time I was treasured, once upon a time someone chose a card just for me to let me know that I mattered.

Once upon a time I was relevant in their life. Once upon a time … a long long time ago….