Prism of Memory

Prism of Memory

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

Prism of Time

Although it was long ago, I still fondly remember the day my dad gave me his prism for my writing desk. I must have been twelve at the time, and along with it, I received my first fountain pen. Watching sunlight refract through the prism, scattering brilliant colors, was a source of endless fascination for me as a young boy.

Later, my younger brother was given my dad’s letter opener—a sleek, elegant tool my dad used daily to open his letters. It held great meaning for him, just as it did for me.

The value of these mementos is beyond measure. It is not their material worth that matters, but the history of kindness and appreciation they carry. True gifts are not defined by their price but by the memories and sentiments they hold.

Today, the prism rests on my desk, atop letters I have received, a quiet tribute to a bygone era when people still wrote letters by hand. It remains a cherished reminder of my childhood, my dear parents, and my brother.

The letter opener, too, has come into my possession, as my younger brother’s journey has now ended and he has sadly departed to the great unknown. As I look at these objects—the prism and the letter opener—I am reminded that the things we treasure are only temporary, much like our own existence. It is our responsibility to care for them, just as we must care for the fleeting moments and connections that give life its meaning.

WJJH 7.3.2025

Musing: Reflection on a cherished prism given by my dad, symbolizing light and memories from childhood. Alongside it, a letter opener also holds sentimental value. Both items represent the importance of connection and the transient nature of life, reminding to cherish moments and relationships.