The table that we carefully chose and cared for could be sold for $5 at a yard sale or wind up on display in a grandchild's home or be the cause of a family feud. Our most intimate belongings are open to inspection and speculation.
At the moment, the distribution of Eleanor's assets feels a bit like breaking and entering and I want to protect her from prying eyes - even mine. I remind myself that Eleanor isn't in her "things," just as she is no longer in the box of ashes on my dining room table. Her treasure was her faith and she used her "things" to make this life more pleasant for herself and those she loved. But that's hard to remember when "things" stir the heart and we treasure the memories.
The things that remain seem so much less without her there. When she was here, the things were part of "her." Now they seem to be a shadow of what they were. Paul
ReplyDeleteWOw, that button seems to have my initials on it
ReplyDeleteI was Ellen L. Fulton.
This very week, my parents are again downsizing and going to assisted living, and asked me what I want--I want nothing but saying that seems harsh.
It was for them, for their comfort, it doesn't need to be kept to make me appreciate them..
She always did love you!
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