"Its okay to throw away the toothbrushes", my Aunt Bonnie says, in a phone call last week. She knows, having lost her husband a year ago. It has been 2 weeks today since my mother died. I have not done anything with her things. My sister packed a few things that she had been promised. I walk into the room and look around and walk out.
I was in the bathroom that was Mom's and I thought I ought to at least throw away the toothbrushes, the polident and special cream that we used for skin breakage. I go in with a good intention, but leave without doing anything.
I mean these are things that no one else will ever use, and they certainly don't hold any nostalgic meaning. I don't know what holds me back. I miss her. I will get to these things, but can't say when.
It is all strange, because the clothes, the shoes;they aren't things I would wear and yet, it is hard to not have them. At least there is no need to hurry or make room for someone else. I am not asking for help, I can do this and I want to do it on my own.
Stuff is funny though, it has a life and a meaning of its own. As my oldest niece might say: "Blergh"
