I quite like the analogy of a jigsaw rather than a book, as some people refer to their life, as it is much easier to replace a long lost piece rather than a torn out page.
People were envious of my jigsaw. I had a solid block of good strong pieces that all held together securely.
But all that changed and my jigsaw split apart, with pieces scattered across a large area.
I believe my jigsaw started the moment I was born.
Then as my life grew so did my jigsaw , with the addition of new pieces.
I constantly moved pieces around as parts of my life altered.
My parents and siblings are pieces that I hoped would always remain constant. I believed them to be static and that we were a happy family unit.
I had extended family take their position in my jigsaw and also provide a solid base.
When I went to school my jigsaw again increased in size.
Some of these pieces have remained in my life for a long time. They will move around as my life, and theirs, grows and alters. How lucky am I to still have pieces from my school days in my jigsaw.
Just recently I have had a long lost piece from my primary school days return to take her place back in my jigsaw. And wow, was I so incredibly happy to find her.
The shape of my jigsaw is constantly changing and growing.
Marrying my wonderful man has added a piece that is solid and sturdy. It is stuck fast and has been there for many years.
The arrival of children has also increased the size of my jigsaw as they in turn have added partners. And the most magical pieces have been grandchildren. Those pieces shine brightly and hold pride of place.
For many years my jigsaw has remained solid and unchanged. The intermingling of my children and their partners, my grandchildren, and my siblings has been joyous to see.
But then pieces moved around and eventually pulled away.
The question now remains as to whether those pieces will ever return
Only time will tell.
But the real sense of loss is those small magical pieces that are no longer around !
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