It is always a difficult thing to write about those who are no longer with us, and this is no exception. Today, after months of nose-wrinkling from Rod, and with much sadness on my part, I threw away my Birkenstocks. It wasn’t an easy decision, especially considering our history together, but one that I knew I had to make. They were a gift from my parents, when I was a lass in high school; they have been with me to Ukraine, Bahamas, tree-planting in BC (perhaps that was a mistake) and Japan, as well as almost everyday between these trips. They have walked many miles with me, in good and bad weather, in castles and in mud. And, I have to admit, I was one of “those people” who wore socks with her sandals, for the sole purpose of being able to wear my Birks for as long as possible before the snow flew.
My Birks have always been a sore spot in Rod’s and my relationship: for the most part, Rod wrinkles his nose when they are mentioned and dislikes touching them or looking at them. For my part, they have been with me longer than Rod has, so I wasn’t about to give them up so quickly. It’s true, they aren’t the prettiest things anymore (and if I’m honest, they haven’t been for a little while now), but darn it! they’re comfortable, and they’ve been part of my life for a long time!
They’ve had a good and full life. May they rest in peace.
3 comments:
Let us always remember those that were dear to us.
I once lost a spice rack under similar circumstances. I know it isn't the same but I give you my condolences anyhow.
amen. i must admit - it's weird thinking of you without them... ;)
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