Thursday, March 6, 2008

All Gone



I hate this picture. This is all that was left of my house before the new buyers began to construct the monstrosity that is now on the property. This arbor was part of the garden gate to the backyard of my summers past. Many a family picnic and many a lazy summer afternoon on the hammock took place behind this arbor and it's gate.

Sometimes, my memories feel so real that they hurt inside...and there is no way to ever let them out.

6 comments:

Dan Mega said...

Sometimes its not easy to let go.

bonnie said...

i think it's significant that you chose to show the broken down gate as the portal to the memories. The memories are still part of you, you just have to use the imaginary gate of your mind to enter. That's what I've learned. the physical markers all too often disappear!

~**Dawn**~ said...

I know what you mean. I have not been able to drive past my grandparents' house when I visit Connecticut. I can't take the visual reminder that they are gone & that someone else is living in their house now. I don't want to see that whoever lives there now might have changed a thing because in my memory it was perfect just as it was & I don't want to see it any differently.

Colleen said...

Dan- yeah. I feel like i have, i think. But I still don't have to like it, you know?

Colleen said...

Mom- That's a good point. I never thought of that.!

Colleen said...

Dawn- It took me a year before I could drive past our old house. And it was only two blocks from our new one!