After every storm comes the rainbow, isn’t it? Having struggled with yesterday’s writing course prompt, anything is welcome today.
I had hoped for something with structure, a perfect combination with this week’s Photo challenge, for which I enjoyed shooting and editing photos.
I got other prompts for today’s assignment, though. I may select one word for my post inspiration from these: hope, regret, home, choice, secret, and abundance.
The personal writing flows easier together with photos, which in fact give me inspiration and a prompt.
Since yesterday I have been secretly laughing because when I was organising the kitchen, I came across a plastic cup that was given to me in a hospital many years ago. It serves to measure precisely the medicine one may need.
I am someone who doesn’t keep material things and who can easily give away old or relatively new belongings, if I realise that I am not making use of it and someone else will benefit from it. Why would I keep a plastic cup?
This special cup though, is as important to me as gold, diamond, or whatever else deemed precious. When I see it, I pause and feel my blood flowing calmly throughout my entire body, in a mix of serene longing, and that kind of joy, the one charged with unforgettable memories and love.
I close my eyes and imagine the face of the cup’s frequent user.
My younger brother passed away in 2012 but his smile and love never left us.
Photo taken when he was a teen.
Sights & Insights 
Love both shots, Lucile, and I understand why you cherish that cup. 🙂 Happy Thursday.
janet
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Of course it means a lot for you. ……!
Love his beautiful and serene expression….
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He had a captivating face. Funny, sometimes ironic, and always smiling mischievously.
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I love this. I love that you have been secretly laughing. Beautiful post xoxox.
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Heartfelt thanks, DJ. Oh yes, it is a bit funny to keep it secret (not anymore…).
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Beautiful and thoughtful, as always.
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Many thanks, Andy!
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Memories make it hard to part with the material things. Keep the cup.
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Yes, m’am! It is kept with utmost love and care.
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Beautifully expressed, Lucile! I can see why you would save the cup.
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Thank you so much, Terri.
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Heartfelt in images and text.
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Heartfelt thanks, Sally.
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lovely and heartfelt. Isn’t funny how some things are more precious than gold, but to someone else they are just junk.
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It is, Julz. There is the story behind it but above all, the emotions it carries.
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Oh, Lucile! How tragic. And what a sweet face!
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That’s ok, Jo. He had cancer. It takes time to be in peace, but the end of his suffering helped the ones staying behind to accept it.
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I’m not sure what I expected but I definitely didn’t expect how your post would turn out! It’s bitter-sweet, but that’s how it goes…
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Neither did I. I started a free flow writing, then it took this turn. Then I felt that that was it.
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Never saw this lovely picture of him. I still remember his face and the photos we did together. Brought memories and nostalgia to my soul. Yes, you have to keep this precious cup.
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This is a very old picture when he was a teenage. I was studying photography and developing the films myself. He was my ‘model’! The photos of the two of you are priceless, and I love them. ❤️
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