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Apr 11, 2009 23:37

strange what means something to a person.

Earlier this evening I found a hard bristle handbrush that my mother (and me) used to sweep up the  cold ashes from the hearth of the coal fire after cleaning out the grate and lighting the fire in the morning. The bristles are half burnt away, half the handle is chewed off from my old pet dog [fred] that died in 1983, his teeth marks still in the brush.
My mother died a couple of years ago .

I look at pictures of the ex wife and feel nothing,  I look at the old brush and feel tears welling up in my eyes for my dog

measure a life in memories, not gold
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