I went to see my mother and my aunt today as they worked through cleaning out my grandmother’s apartment. They have been working on this for a couple of days now. They should not be there alone — either one of them — so other family members are trying to rally around and be supportive.
As an aside, when I got home today my beautiful rose from Grandma’s gravesite was looking a bit wilted so I put it and a carnation and some heather into my flower press.
Sorting through Grandma’s things was like walking through a garden of memories. My mom and my aunt alternated between crying when they’d come across a gown or something that smelled beautiful like Grandma and laughing at all the funny little things that Grandma had kept and done with her things. As I looked at things, I’d remember something she had said or an occasion that had been tucked into the back of my mind. I can say this: My grandmother did not have a multitude of things, but she didn’t have one of anything. She liked “plenty,” just in case, and the older she got the more intense this was, I think.
I got a few special things to remember my grandmother (with my aunt’s and my mom’s approval, of course), and they were putting things aside for the other grandchildren and great-grandchildren as well. Like I said, not a multitude of things, but just little things to remember her by.
I suppose my favorite thing will be the Smith’s Bible Dictionary
There were a few other sundry things that would seem trite here. It was a special time today. I just wish my sister and my sweet cousins could have been there.
Lynn
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