Musings

My post has no purpose other than to share thoughts swirling around in my head.

My gma passed away in June.  I had flown out so she and bivi could meet one another and she passed away a day after I left.  On bivi's one month birthday.  It is very hard to have her gone, but much better for her.  She is with her husband now and we know that's where she wanted to be.

We have a very small family and my grandparents had a lot of beautiful things, so we have all had the chance to take all that we wanted and we've had to get rid of the rest.  I am a throw it away kind of person, so it has been very interesting to be surprised at how I've reacted to giving things away.  I haven't minded parting with the objects, rather I'm sad at 'giving away the memories'.  I know the memories are always mine, but the thing that triggered it is now gone.

However, I've loved having their things around and being reminded of them in unexpected ways.  The salt and pepper shakers on my table, the painting that hung next to their dinner table that is now in my bedroom, the quilt that bivi and I lay on to look at the trees, the hand embroidered dish towels now in my kitchen, the china set I'll use with my own family one day, the music box my sister has put on her dresser.

I know they are just things, but it is nice to keep my grandparents with me each day.  Little reminders help.