An African Hibiscus for my parents....
All day my sisters and I have been sorting through my parents' papers and letters and photographs... laid out in neat piles, on the floor, on wobbly folding tables... in plastic folders, in boxes and crates and big used envelopes.....black ink on blue airmail forms, capturing the days and the nights of their lives for more than 50 years ..... even though they were often separated by oceans and continents.
And what to do with this legacy of their love ......how much to keep or throw away or read - some of it so private.....how to store it? We pick up the first letter and take a big breath....
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