Letters to Tuvia Y2/#sol17 Day 20: The Key (3-20-17)

Morning T and Slicers,

I wanted to write this slice last night.  I was actually up at midnight and could have been one of this posters but I waited for the morning light and a strong cup of coffee.  So here I am, ready.  It’s been a tough month of writing, the toughest that I can remember in the 10 years of March marathons but still I keep at it with a community that’s grown so large that I can’t possibly get to know all the slicers.

Most of my slices haven’t been directly about you, T. but of course you continue to inspire each one. This one is for you 🙂

Here’s the first photo of us as a couple:  a dinner out with some of my friends.  A moment in time when we were just beginning together.  A photo taken with a film camera and I had to wait patiently to get the results days after.  A framed version sat on your desk for 20 years.  My first gift to you.

Your first gift to me, was a key to your house.  I don’t remember exactly when you offered it to me, but I do remember that you took my key ring and deftly added it the weight of my ring.  And so we began to share our lives.  Soon you had a key to my Piermont apartment on your ring even if you probably never used it.

The key to your home, the key to your heart. I used it often and as the I cleaned my key ring last year and streamlined the weight of metal in my coat I thought about removing your key now that it opens no door.  As I started trying to free myself from the weight of loss, I wrote about taking your  key off my ring, but Elsie, stopped me and I listened.

Yesterday, as I returned home from Ron’s birthday celebration in Leora’s apartment, as I came close to the entrance of my apartment and grabbed my key ring out of my coat pocket, with the purple ear of Leonardo, I felt your key in the middle of the ring and it warmed my heart.  I could never remove it for my ring.  I could never remove you from my heart.

It’s where it belongs-a constant reminder of the life we shared.

Missing you,

Bonnie S.






13 thoughts

  1. That’s a beautiful story! Little connections to those we love are so important! I have an apron that belonged to my grandmother and I love wearing it!

  2. What a special post! This symbol of your life and love will be a constant reminder of how deeply you were loved. That love was reciprocated in full. Something to hold and warm your heart.

  3. Such a wonderful slice about reminders – that is what keys are – reminder of the potential of a key to open a door to someone’s life. I keep lot of old keys on my keychain,,,one of them was to my mom’s…another to my old house….

  4. Oh, I love this post. A key for remembrance! So many happy memories connected to that key. I’m glad it still warms your heart. And yes, Elsie (LeAnn) was right.

  5. Some things cannot change no matter how many others do. It’s a remembrance as valuable as anything I can imagine, Bonnie. I loved seeing the picture, too, and it does look like that old film. Remember how we waited to see?

  6. I love reading your posts. My husband has an important momento of his mom on his keyring (for 16+ years)… it’s a daily “touch” of important love. I appreciate your posts so much!

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