I am continuing on my journey, cleaning out and organizing mom’s stuff aka her life. Each evening I pick a box or bag or container and go through it. It is amazing the memories it evokes. I am so stunned by the emotional thoughts that run through my head and the way it enhanses my visits to my mom.
I visited her yesterday. She was so happy to see me. Her face lights up when she sees me pop around the corner. She is playing cards now with some of the ladies. She loves to play and is very competitive. Not as competitive as her sister Anne was but almost. But that is another story…
I am so glad I have these memories to share with her now. Each time I find a new memory I put them in a basket. When she visits, we will go through it and share it. I also share one or two when I visit her. I recently learned a few new stories I had never heard about her childhood. She remembers those days as if they were yesterday. Sometimes she talks about her mom and dad as if they were here just moments ago.
As I see her happy when she talks about those days, I realize my mom is here but so is my grandparent’s youngest daughter. And the life they lived on that farm so long ago comes alive for me in my mother’s mind and words. I enjoy the visit. I can feel the warmth in those shared memories and the struggles that they went through. What a blessing those visits are to mom and to me. And to my grandparents too. I am sure somewhere in Heaven they share those memories too.
Calvinsdaughter 