It’s just a box, just some broken glass

On my declutterfication kick today, I was going through the breakfront. I came across this little box from the olivewood factory. It has a picture of Jerusalem inked across the top. Within, you will find the broken glass from my first Chuppah. I remember my uncle, soon after my ex stomped on the glass, whisk away the broken pieces, wrap them up in a napkin and disappear with them. A few months later, he presented us with this box. The fabric of that marriage shattered just like this glass, yet this box still resides in my breakfront.

I have a new broken glass to put in a fancy box. It is time for me to say goodbye to this vestige of what was. It’s just weird how I haven’t thought of that brief moment of time in so long, and I can still feel the warmth of my uncle’s wink at me as he bent to pick up those pieces.

It’s just amazing the things we hold on to.

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  1. Frayda says:

    I agree. I love finding things from old good times. It gives me warm fuzzies inside.

  2. And it’s weird to decide what to do with it…like throwing it away just feels wrong with some stuff but yet, what else?

  3. IMA2FOUR7 says:

    I remember well ridding myself of my own box of broken glass when I moved to a new home without the old baggage. You really capture the catharsis of ridding ourselves of that old stuff from our old lives so beautifully as it counter balances the fondness of your memories!
    Keep challenging us!

  4. frumgoth says:

    recently i was looking through old boxes in the closet and found an engagement party gift that i had never opened. It was from 9/90, and I have been divorced for 10 yrs already. There was still a card inside, saying Mazal tov and lots of love and happiness to a great couple… etc. etc.

    So I can totally understand your feelings upon finding the box with the broken glass. Yes, some things should definitely be purged!

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