Normally I like to keep Le Petit Village a happy-go-lucky kind of place, but I’m feeling shattered and broken and I can’t think happy thoughts. Over the holidays I had the last of my things shipped from Dublin; mostly Waterford and china, wedding presents and family heirlooms. Almost all now broken, just like I feel.
When the delivery man dropped (literally dropped) the boxes off on Monday, ignoring the fragile symbols all over the boxes, I knew. I knew that all the bubble wrap, and extra bubble wrap and clothing I had wrapped all over everything hadn’t mattered. And as I opened the first box and pulled out a shattered wine glass my heart fall, and as I pulled more and more broken crystal and china out I cried. I cried missing the Sunday dinners and holidays of my childhood, with both my parents and my brother all eating together, in the same room, same state, same country with that china, with that crystal, and knowing that my very own family in the future will never do the same.
I’ve said goodbye to the crystal, it’s already in the trash. But I’m determined to salvage at least some of the china. So if anyone needs me, I’ll be the crazed girl with the superglue.
Please send happy thoughts.