posted on Jan, 21 2016 @ 09:30 PM
My Nephew's lovely wife came over to Mom's apartment earlier today to get a couple of things and when she left, I poked around and cleaned up a bit. I
brought up a beautiful framed wedding pic of my Parents. There are many. So young and such a gorgeous couple. A beautiful young woman and her Navy
man. Such a profound and lasting love that they shared. I also brought up a piece of embroidered linen that was made by one of my Grandmothers. Then I
found an antique green plate that had like a lacy design throughout the glass. Very beautiful. Every time I go down there with someone, more
possessions leave the house. Little by little. Going, going. So overwhelming how many beautiful memories were made there.
My Niece (Nephew's Wife) and I talked for a while. She is still struggling with the loss of her Father who passed not long after my Mom. She spoke of
how it's still hard to believe that he is gone, that things aren't the same and are so different now. I know how she feels, so it was good that we
could talk and share our feelings.
Just weird that every time I leave Mom's place, It's like saying goodbye over and over again. Goodbye to Mom, to Dad, to all our beautiful family
gatherings and memories throughout the years. Seeing she is gone and her things leaving the house. It's almost as though, as long as some of her
possessions are still there, a part of her is still there as well. When everything is gone, I will have all the items I picked out of hers and Dad's
and they will be here with me in my home and they, two beautiful souls, my Parents will remain in my heart forever.