Holding on for Dear Life ...

And letting go ... In the fifth year, she took it upon herself to take down the photos from her marriage that no longer belonged on the bathroom wall. Smiling couple shots with her ex. Subjects who had long since vanished from her life. Propinquity obsolete, as it were. She thought keeping the photos up would be good for the kids. To let them know that although the chapter is closed, memories DID happen and they WERE (usually something approximating) good. Enduring even. She changed her mind after her ex-husband's new partner redecorated and refurnished his house, top-to-bottom inside and out, including new photos that embraced the new. The now. The kids (who'd become a teenage troika), it turned out, didn't miss the old shots so much as they were concerned with how they looked in the updated images, which, the mother was quite sure, was happy. Then and now.


Postscript. New wall below.