I decided that this was the best title for this thread, i will explain.
My mum went home 5 years ago ( on 27th February xx)
We moved into her house ( my childhood home). I kept items, i threw items, I gave my son items, i gave my daughter items, but there is 1 particular item that i keep on a shelf, under the stairs, untouched for 5 years, its just THERE..... its my mums handbag, never left her side, despite the fact it didnt contain very much ( bit like the Queens i guess !!!! )
I dont know how to express myself here and the reason for my mums bag sitting on shelf, but i will just rattle it out and hope it makes sense.
So, literally everything has been shifted, sorted, kept, thrown (some things done too hasty), but her handbag is like the last thing ( well apart from ½ ashes, but thats another story) that i own of my mums, its like if i get rid of that, then everything is gone I havent touched it nor looked inside it for 5 years.
I suppose in some way, its like holding on to her, even though its a handbag ! It was my mums handbag, she chose it.
So, my question to everyone is, can anyone else associate this in their lives? Orrrr is it just me?
Regarding her ashes, well, ½ i took to Canada to my son ( with allllll the paperwork for airport security) and i have the rest, i dont want to part with those either, but i know i must.
To obliterate your address on packaging
Good Morning Thursday Maundy Thursday 28th March 2024