I never imagined going through someones things could be this hard and frustrating. The hard part is understandable, the frustrating hit me. My mother in law was a hoarder, she kept every little piece of fabric she ever worked with. She would take a dress she made and re configure it to something new the remnants of which were all tucked away.
She would never buy pants, she would make them, the best was her nightgown. She would take t-shirts from her sons and add on the mid section from other t-shirts until they were long enough. I sit back at think why? Why would you not go out and buy a nightgown? When she immigrated here from Italy, she had to work hard for everything she had, saved every penny to buy their first home and put money away for her kids education. As the years went on, they were able to purchase investment properties, go on annual vacations and breath, but she still had that old mentality that if she could make it why buy it. I get that, but in the end, what did it do?
After my father in law passed, she continued to work for my husband and I and I told her to stop and live her life, go visit her family in Italy for a few months. She did, and that is when CBD started to show it's face.
In reality, we all wait for tomorrow, we wait to travel, we can do that when we retire...we wait to visit old friends...they will be there tomorrow....we wait to spend time with the ones we love...afterall they will be there for a while....we wait, only to find out we ran out of time...
It has been a tough week, we went to Jamaica 3 days after we burried her, the trip was booked and the entire family encouraged us to go, the trip was booked a few weeks ago when everything was 'normal'. Her condo is being rented, something we 'waited' to do...somehow we thought she would come back home from the nursing home. Funny the way you think, moving 50 years of someones life is hard, especially when you know all the things she held dear no longer matter to her now.
I kept a few things, meaningless to someone else, but so important to me...She had an orange and white dressing gown from the cottage, every morning she would wear it while she had her coffee....we made fun of her it is awful....for some reason now I love it, so I kept it.
She also gave me her engagement ring, since I married the eldest son I could pick from her 25th anniversary ring ($$$$) or her engagement ring. I chose the engagement ring I call it the cupcake ring it is small very dainty but it started her married life with my father in law so it meant something. I got is sized and wear it everyday....
The end arrived for here on this earth, but I believe she is right beside us all.