Thank you ALL so much for all of your kind comments, prayers, and words of wisdom. I appreciate every one of you more than words can express. I think that people in this blogging community are kind, wise, and compassionate people and there is no one whom I would rather turn to than each one of you!
We each deal with grief in our own unique way, don’t you think? For my brother it has been spending time at my Mother’s house, often by himself. For Heather, it is walking in her home and seeing things in their place, just the way her Grandmother left them. For me, it is bringing home a special little piece of her each day and placing it somewhere and knowing that she would be pleased with how much I love my treasures.
Her home is so beautiful. Hubby was kind enough to take these pictures for me. She would not have approved of the fact that pillows were out of place and the ottoman was not perfectly positioned in front of the chair. I know that in the years to come, it will be very comforting to be able to look back on these pictures and remember her.
This little guy came home with me Monday evening. Who knew that he would be the first thing that I thought of. He is a very old old vintage bear who at one time had the fake velvety fur on him. My mother placed the saddle on his back and that’s the way he’ll stay!
I was digging in a cabinet, just poking around, and suddenly I saw a dolls hand. I pulled her out…….
I couldn’t believe it! She was the doll who sat on my Nanny’s bed (my mother’s mother) years and years ago. I had no idea that my Mother had her and had thought she was lost forever! I hugged her to me and cried. My poor Hubby, he just doesn’t know what to do with me. He hugged me and said nothing while I blubbered and told him how much she meant to me and why.
My mother loved her box collection. These are just a few of them. I don’t know why, but I just have to bring home a few things each day not too many. Maybe to thoroughly enjoy them, think, and pray.
Yesterday, I actually started to feel guilty. Although each of these treasures has nothing to do with monetary value AT ALL, I suddenly felt like it was wrong to be going through her things, deciding what to keep. I suppose this is only natural?
Like this cream, chocolate brown, and gold bowl. It actually has a crack in it, and probably isn’t worth all that much, but I’ve always loved it so it’s priceless to me.
There is so much more to discover. Every drawer, every cabinet is jammed full of things that she has collected over the years. The best advice came from a friend of my parents. He advised us to take it slowly and not let anything go that we were in the least unsure about.
More to talk about later. Thank each and every one of you for listening. As I said, it means so much to me!