Just Memories, Friday Fictioneers

I have moved my writing to this new blog. Feel free to follow me here or at WhatsForDinnerDoc.com . WhatsForDinnerDoc is undergoing an identity crisis with flash fiction battling recipes and healthy living rants.

Photo credit : Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit : Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

For more Friday Fictioneers go here

“Mother, you won’t need all of this crap. Now please pack your clothing in the designated bin.”

“This is my home.”

“We’ve talked about this a million times.”

No talking, just lectures and plans “for my own good”.

“The river is dangerous.”

I taught you to swim here.

“God, what are all these dust collectors? Hand me the trash bin.”

Just memories: my father’s clock, vases from a lover, a sailboat from my dead son.

Memories that even you can’t take away from me.

“Yes, dear. Now why are we packing?”

29 thoughts on “Just Memories, Friday Fictioneers

Add yours

  1. Great memories and the mom is right to hang on them. But maybe it is time for the mom to go else where, and the memories to go away as well. But couldn’t the daughter keep them? (I presume that is the mother talking in the last three lines. Correct?)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This is not a very compassionate daughter. The mother’s compensation will be the thought that her daughter will get older too. A place that doesn’t give you room to bring keepsakes isn’t a good place.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. The clash between practicality and sentimentality can be quite painful. I hope to learn some lessons and make it easy for my children when the time comes …and hope I remember my lessons .

    Well written Tracey. Will start following your new blog site too.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Decluttering now and it’s a dusty business. Memories stay fresh though. Sad for the lady though, mean of her daughter to throw all of the trinkets away

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I love the line about the mother’s memories. What a zinger! She’s got some good ones in there just for her. It’s hard to know how to help someone up in their years. You know what’s good for them and yet it seems because they are in their last years, they should do what they like. Great story, Tracey. I like the new blog!


  6. I’ve just been through this. My mother had to move into a smaller place and she had so much stuff. It just wouldn’t fit. I’m doing the same as you – getting rid of my own clutter. Also, I’ve made up some ‘treasure boxes’ for keepsakes, and they’re organised and labelled so no-one could possibly mistake them for ‘junk’. I love how you dealt with this difficult issue in your story, Tracey. The words, and the silent thoughts, of the mother are very moving.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Good story. We had to move my mother to a nursing home when her Alzheimer’s became advanced and her body started to break down as well as her mind. She hung on for six more years, living to be almost 93. She seemed to recognize we were her family when we visited. They took great care of her. — Suzanne

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: