We put up our tree last weekend, but only began decorating it this week. It's a beautiful tree; I'll post a picture of it when it's finished.
As we were going through our boxes (and boxes!) of ornaments, nearly all of which were the Girl's from her previous life, I felt a terrible pang of loss.
This loss is something that I am generally able to keep in check; I assign a spot in my heart for it, and I am usually successful in keeping that spot under lock and key. But, last night, it escaped. I've been in 3 significant relationships since I got out of the Navy at 21 years old. In each relationship, we accumulated special ornaments that commemorated some event, or activity or memory. Most especially, of course, were ornaments that were either gifts from my children or represented special moments in their lives.
I have NONE of those. In each relationship, my former partner got all of that; indeed, everything that might have the slightest sentimental value. In fact, if you look at my *stuff*, I have very little that suggests that I didn't simply spring into existence in March of 2004. When I moved to Michigan, I brought along a small (the smallest they make) U-Haul trailer that wasn't even full.
Why don't I have any of that stuff? I know it's just stuff, and I know that no one can take away my good memories, but still -- I miss it sometimes. Like now. ::sniff::