Hi everyone. I have been thinking of you this Sunday and wondering how
your day has been. I have been busy trying to do some deep cleaning of
closets that I have been putting off since the death of my daughter
sixteen months ago. When my daughter died I had to rush to Albuquerque
from Denver and put her condo on the market for re-sell.All of the big
items were quickly moved and taken care of but many of her very
personal things came home with me. Most of the cherished items have
long since found a place around my home and having them near has given
me comfort. But, today when I was going through my closets I found
many items I had just tucked away in corners. Her make-up bag and
purses and hair brush for some. I can see her getting dressed in the
mirror to go out for a special evening and looking oh so lovely. Now
my sweet daughter will never need to brush her hair again.The loose
hair in her brush is really the only physical evidence I have from her
living body now. Who would have known that I would be staring at her
hair brush and remembering so many lost memoires. It is just so
difficult, isn't it? It really is not the "big" things that bring the
flood of grief back sometimes is it, but the little items, like a tube
of lipstick.Have any of you had these type of experiences? I am
sending (((HUGS))) to you all this day. I guess soemdays we just put
one foot in front of the other and that is how we get through it.
Judy, Cindy's Mom.
