This week’s #FMFParty prompt is “Collect.” The rules: Set a timer and free write for five minutes about the week’s topic. No editing allowed!
I sat at the water’s edge, sifting through the sand and shells as they rolled in with the waves and were swept back out to sea.
Shells stretched for miles along the water’s edge. I wanted to collect them all—each one unique.
But I couldn’t.
I had to choose.
I had to choose which ones were worthy of making the trip home.
I’m learning I also have to choose moments. Which ones to keep and which to let go; which moment to grasp tightly and which to release.
There are a multitude of moments I wish I’d had time to collect with my sister.
Thirty years is too short a time to collect all the moments we wanted. There were more—many, many more that had yet to pass.
And because those moments are gone, I grasp at the ones that are left—the moments turned memories. I will lose some as time passes, just as I will lose some of the shells I picked up on the Florida coast. But there are some moments that have been collected that will be with me always.