Memories found today.
When I was tidying up.
Nothing out the ordinary you might think.
Its only an old Inspector Morse video I can't bring myself to throw it out. My mum gave it to my Nan and my Nan wasn't one for clutter.
Underneath it was some childhood photos of my Nan from when she was small in 1932. A young life full of such promise and glee.
One as a school girl (not sure when but commonly people left at 14)
One of when her parents got married looking very much like Downtown Abbey.
and one of her mother my great Grandmother in 1918.
So you see its memories triggered.
And to top it all I found a copy of my granddads death certificate.
I'm not religious.
I can't say what I am .
I respect religion.
And religions respects me.
Simple touches like that are softly spoken words of veiled comfort in the pockets of time.
For without the past we wouldn't be what we are in the future.