Moving a memory

Yesterday was one of those moments that actually tells me YOU ARE getting older, you just don't want to see it.  Many yrs ago, ok, 25+ I received an old piano from my ex's great aunt, she was a treasurer.  That is probably why I wanted to tackle the large project of refinishing.   Then a few years later the husband became the ex.  I think in his guilt of what he had done to me and the kids he only asked in our divorce was that I keep the piano in his family pass it on to our daughter.  Well he knew that was a given.  Well for a few yrs the daughter has had her own home, but I wasn't ready to part with the piano and she didn't push it.  But now my husband & I are in the middle of re carpeting most of our house, take my word you don't want to do this all at once.  So the piano was in the way and it is a beast. I told the daughter round up 4 good strong men and take it to your home, I think I am ready to part with it. 

I think I still see myself the 20ish gal who worked on this every night & weekend for months taking each piece apart and then back together to make this piano look spectacular.  Now I have given this memory to my daughter, it is strange she now is in possession of my past.  I know this memory of what it meant to me will still be in the story she tells about the piano to family & friends, so the memory isn't gone just moved to a new home for more memories to be made....