A beautiful post. It's so terribly sad to watch someone as they diminish this way. The clothes and shoes are your mom's more vibrant self that of course you want to hold on to. I still have a few garments of my mother's - and it's been decades since her death. Luckily we were the close to the same size so I even wear her old denim coat now and again. Probably I'll never get rid of it !
I’m even worse with my own stuff—can’t let anything go! No kids to survive me tho, so at least I won’t be breaking the heart of whatever stranger clears me out. (Tho, when I do move to a new place, I may have to at least cull some of the things from my SF life that are crammed in a storage unit)
Definitely what I’m hoping for—that starting now will make things easier and less overwhelming at the end. And also that it won’t weigh so heavily now. Sorry you had to manage both parents—that seems unimaginably hard.
So hard to let these things go.
It really is—and I know you just went through this ❤️
That you render this so spectacularly makes the vision of your stylish mother — before and now — come vividly alive to me. I love her. And you.
Thank you, thank you, Maggie Hill! Love you too.
Her shoes are beautiful! Especially the pale green suede loafers--wow!--with padding poignantly tucked into the heel of one of them.
Yeah—those were the ones that really kill me.
A beautiful post. It's so terribly sad to watch someone as they diminish this way. The clothes and shoes are your mom's more vibrant self that of course you want to hold on to. I still have a few garments of my mother's - and it's been decades since her death. Luckily we were the close to the same size so I even wear her old denim coat now and again. Probably I'll never get rid of it !
There were definitely a few things I would’ve kept if they fit me—a denim jacket in particular!
I know - can't pass up on those !
❤️
You remind me of the mess I don't want to leave for mine.
I’m even worse with my own stuff—can’t let anything go! No kids to survive me tho, so at least I won’t be breaking the heart of whatever stranger clears me out. (Tho, when I do move to a new place, I may have to at least cull some of the things from my SF life that are crammed in a storage unit)
I’m so sorry, Sue, about your mom’s sight. I love the photos in this post, the patterns you make with her things.
Thanks, Eliza. And that means a lot, about the photos, coming from you .
This is beautiful. Thank you, Sue.
Thanks, Lara! ❤️
I went through that with my two parents, it's definitely a big chapter of life, sad and necessary, Good to start it now and maybe it will get easier.
Definitely what I’m hoping for—that starting now will make things easier and less overwhelming at the end. And also that it won’t weigh so heavily now. Sorry you had to manage both parents—that seems unimaginably hard.