This weekend I begin the process of going through my mother’s things. It’s so strange. I can on the one hand be kind of distant about it, these are the things I want, these are the things to give to family, things to give away, throw out, etc. But I am pretty sure my stomach will be churning through the whole thing. I’m not really a crier, so I doubt that will be my reaction (but who knows), but running to the bathroom could be.
It will certainly makes my mother’s death seem more real. I had a dream last night with both my mom and my late sister in it. My sister had come back to life in the dream, kind of like a game there was some kind of rule that we didn’t know about that could bring her back. But not my mom for some reason, I think it was too soon.
I think I am anxious to get a few of my mom’s things to have with me. Not that things are replacements, but I want some of her things around me in my house. It just seems comforting somehow.
Good Luck this weekend. I will be thinking of you.
Sorry we couldn’t have lunch before you go.
Maybe sometime after mother’s day.
Peace.
Connie
Thanks, I’m sorry we’re missing lunch too. Promise we’ll do it soon!!
Michele
Michele: I was sorry to hear about your Mom and have kept you in my thoughts and prayers though I somehow missed directly communicating with you. Deeply appreciate your sharing your journey on this road and the challenges of it. Also, your yearning to touch things your Mom touched and to have the nearness of them/her. I believe there will be comfort for you in this. Wishing you well and I was glad to read about Z’s change of interests in clothing- sweet for both of you. Love, Caroline
Caroline, thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I always appreciate your insights. Hope to run into you soon!
Michele