The smile lit up her face as she held the garment up. For 68 years it had been lovingly stored in her cedar chest. Yellowed with age, the lace and seams were brittle, still the garment was beautiful and filled with memories – her wedding dress.
Have you recently lost a parent? Being there for a surviving parent and helping them parse through their possessions is a sacred process.
Each item held a memory of long ago. Shared love and lives well lived. We were getting rid of her past and preparing for what is to come. As we went through closets and drawers deciding what to keep, toss or donate I felt heartless and at times cruel as I relegated things to the junk pile.
His job with CN required that he keep meticulous records and he carried that home.
It was a revelation to go through those ledgers. Every bank statement was painstakingly balanced.
I came to realize that I am my father’s daughter as I too have a love for numbers and love my ledgers.
We found his first Bible.
Thank you, Dad, thank you Mom, you loved my brother and me. You did your best and we are so grateful.
Have you lost a parent recently? What kind of things did you find yourself required to carry out in love? Please leave a comment at the bottom of this post. Thank you
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