Taking a stroll down memory lane

The past few weeks have been rather stressful and I haven't been in the mood to write a post at all. I still had ideas, but the words wouldn't come. Even though it's getting late again I decided that today was a good day to return to duty. 
Usually I like to prepare for these posts, I don't write about things that happened just hours ago, but today seems to be different anyway. Here is the back-story.

I'm moving out in less than two months and as I'll be living in a place where there are only people still in education allowed, I needed to find a piece of paper I received months ago, as a prove that I'll be attending Uni. I looked everywhere without finding it. What I found though where things I decided to keep during the years, old writings of mine, school papers and cards, letters, diaries... just memories in general. So I love having reminiscent moments a lot, therefore it's nothing new to me that I kept all of these things. The difference today was though that I decided to look into the past of another person instead of mine.

I think I have already told you about my father. He can be very hard to have around, and lately he wasn't exactly what I call easy. Of course I do love him, but that's not enough sometimes. But I have people around me who knew my father before me and my brother were born, even before my parents met. When they tell me how he used to be I'm always torn between crying and laughing. I want to cry because this person doesn't seem to be around anymore, and I want to laugh because... well seemed to have been a very kind person.

So since I was about ten years old I know where my father stores old letters. It was a surprise to me though how many there are actually. I know now why I'm almost religiously collecting postcards and letters, he does that too. Let's not argue if I did wrong to my dad by reading through his belongings, I just wanted to know more about who he used to be.

I won't tell you too many details, as they it's still his private stuff, but some things just made me very emotional. The first things to make me laugh were two birthday cards my father received from the man that still is pastor at my church to this day. It's lovely to see how much my father was engaged in working for what he believed in. I also found some wedding invitations from people I know, as they are still around at my church. My father used to be a real part of it.

Huge parts of the box were of course the letters. I read about two girlfriends over the years, both seemingly nice women. I think had already heard of one, who left my father, but what happened to the other one I can't remember. It was at least nice to read how they liked my father.

Cheerio.