There are things that stay with us for years and years. This piece of paper wrapped a prayer book that my paternal grandmother gave me when I was about sixteen years old. I have lived at many more than ten residences since then and this piece of paper has stayed with me. The paper was old when it was gifted to me, in fact it was the very piece of paper that was used to wrap the book when it was originally gifted to my grandmother, so it had stayed with her for most of her life, that is until she passed it on to me.
As time marches on I find myself treasuring this fragile piece of paper more than the prayer book itself. I’m at a loss to explain why. It is not for any religious or philosophical reasons and it is not in anyway intended to be slight to the prayer book, I do treasure that as well, it is just that this piece of paper that moves from draw to shelf to draw to draw to box to shelf… makes me smile from the inside every time I accidentally stumble upon it.
Is there a piece of paper, or something similar, that follows you through life?