Julies books. Gifts of Words.

I had over eight boxes of Jules books in my garage. I sorted all of the children's books by hardcovers, and soft covers. Those books were easy to go through. Julie thought a book had a pulse, breathed air,had a soul. She went to library sales,yard sales, and church sales saving books. I could feel her emotional high each time I looked through each book, looking for relics of her words or images. The authors were all good, for Julie had a Masters in Children's literature. I had to get them out of the house, they smelled of the Old house, and reminded me of her passing.

I was talking to my Pastor, explaining a person should be judged by the books in their library, knowing the read and retained all of that knowledge. Julie loved children's books, I touched each book hoping to feel her spirit,warmth and love. The books were cold,dead, and musty, my heart has hardened since her death. I have to let go of her material possessions, and remember her Dancing, and singing, loving life to its fullest.

I felt her spirit telling me to find good homes for her books. Thier is a strange Red haired lady like me at work, and I felt the urge to ask her if she liked Fairy Tales, Brenda's eyes lit up and squealed like child," I love those old fairy tales". I went in the Garage and scrounged up all of those Library Discards and moldy paperbacks of Fairy Tales and Brought them to work. When Brenda received them she was so happy, like Julie was .....

I boxed up at least 500 children's books, several of them copies of the same book, Julie could not let a good author be buried in the garbage or destroyed. Kristy my neighbor runs a preschool for Whitehall schools, She said she would sort them out and find proper homes for them, I know "Julie is smiling in Heaven, knowing small fingers are touching her books", passing on her love for the word.

I am down to three boxes of books, I have saved them for John her Husband to look at, my wife was sorting through them, telling me to get this done. I raged back at her "Don't touch my Sister's Books, their not just books, its all I have left of my Sister." Julies legacy is not just her being a Wife-Mother-Daughter as on her Grave Stone, its her love of Poetry and Books. I have a Wonderful BABA YAGA Collection and a Edward Lear Collection for John when he is ready for them.

I must say something only Julie could of told me," Books are not worth Money, Books are not meant to be sealed and Hoarded, they must be read". Someone said you should sell these books and Make some Money, "I can't sell these books,Julie never sold books, She gave them away as I will too."

I miss Julie on these warm Spring Days.

Mother put Silk Red Roses on your Bones.

You are surrounded by Turtles,Brass-Wood-Plastic.

Your Grave is the most eclectic like Angie's house.

Tears fall on the Blood Red Roses, I look Down At the new grass.

Hoping to hear your voice through the wind.

Whispering "I Miss you Julie." While you sleep below.