People, good memories, things we learn, wonderful things we've seen, those things from the past are a part of us, the little pieces that make up our souls.
It's the worrisome things that we need to leave behind.
I was cleaning out a 4th bedroom, one I had turned into a closet/storage room years ago. In it there are clothes, teaching clothes, church clothes, everyday clothes, all mine . . . and my mother's. Boxes line the walls, my school stuff, art stuff, books of all kinds = history, art, sewing, landscaping, macrame, boxes of shoes, purses, scarves, afghans, all mine . . . and my mother's. Sympathy cards, notes, newspaper clippings, all from when I lost my grandfather (1950 - even at that age, I made scrapbooks of everything I could find pertaining to him, still have them), those of Ninna's 1978, same thing, and my mother's 1995. Yet I don't need to look at any of it, it's already stored in my mind, my soul, so why keep it all? I don't need to look back and dwell on it, all of those people are a part of who I am, so just toss it away and keep only what I truly need. Same thing with bad events, harsh words, heartbreaking losses, toss them away and keep only what you need, what you learned from them. All these words I tell myself every day, and as the days pass, and as I toss, my heart feels just a little bit lighter.
If I've learned one thing in all these 72 years, it's to hold on to only what really matters and to let go of all the rest. Seems like the sun's even a little brighter every new morning when I wake up.
But why is it I find it so hard to let go? Mom has been gone since 1987 -27 years - and yet I hold on and hold on. It seems every time we have had a move, I feel like I lost a part of her. And I'm just amazed at how much it still hurts.
Zany's right, and I'll bet you don't need those 'things', Barb, you think of her anyway even without those things. You don't need a reminder to remember your mother, she's already a part of your heart and soul.
Of course, you are right Sharon, and I do believe that. I have things similar to what you have also - handwork that she did, her sewing bucket, her knitting needles, and other small things like that. One of my sons has her dining set and our daughter has a table and dough bowl that were my grandmothers. We were very close, Mom and I, and I think maybe that is what I miss so much. My daughter is a product of this generation and is "quite busy" all the time and we seldom get to just sit and talk. I guess I thought we would have the same relationship as I had with my Mom...not to be.