Big Love

I had to write this for my soon to be buried sunglasses.

"Burying a pair of sunglasses.

You smelled like plastic and rubber when you were born to me. The first time I saw the sun through you it was better all because of you. Oh, thank you for that. All the tables you were tossed onto. All the cars you were left in, I am sorry. Thank you for guarding my eyes when there were glassy and red. Thank you for being so perfectly stylish wrapped around my head. Thank you for snapping back together that one time I really needed you but I accidentally sat on you. I know you liked the water and stayed on my head while I swam and never fell off all summer long. I am sorry I threw you across the room when I had a really bad morning and ripped you off my face when I got home. IT wasn’t you it was me. What I really appreciate about you the most is when you guarded my eyes when I would cry. You cupped my tears and shielded my eyes so that no one would know. You never judged me. You did your job everyday and with the same high standard of quality. Goodbye beloved sunglasses. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. "

I have another pair but this particular pair was just amazingly helpful to me. All decent sunglasses are but I look at things we use daily and how much comfort they bring especially if they last a long time. I see scratches, cracks and warping and I just think of how much fun they must have had and also the sadness they graciously and stoically endured as they remained on my face.