Friday, November 09, 2012
Two years ago today...
Two years ago my mom sat my brother and I down and told us that her cancer had returned. It had metastasized, it was everywhere, it was terminal. She died three months later.
I still miss her all the time and after her death my dad cleaned out everything of hers. I took many of her things home and stuffed it in a closet and have kept the door closed. Every time I open the door, the tears flow and it is too painful to go through my mothers things. For the past year I have avoided this closet, until today. I'm ready to accept that my moms things are now my things. I am ready to embrace the tears and remember her vibrant spirit. She is gone but her memories still live on.
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love you girl. <3
Sending gentle hugs...
I have a hefty bag of flannel shirts that belonged to my beloved godfather - who raised me and died in my arms in 1996 at the beautiful age of 92. All these years I have kept them in the closet of my craft room intending to make a quilt for the boys. But when I open the bag, the smell of Aqua Velva and the memories of each distinct plaid overwhelm me. At first I said I would make quilts for their room, then for when they went to college, then I said for their first married homes... I guess I should admit, the bag will stay there, on the shelf, so that when I need a "fix" of smells, softness and memories, all I have to do is untie the string and inhale..........
gena
Big squishy hugs my dear friend...
<3
Anna
*HUGS*
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