When our loved one dies all we have left of them is memories. And, memories come in many different forms. Sometimes it may be a special photo, which brings both smiles and tears.
If you’re walking this grief journey alongside me you understand this double-edged sword.
Perhaps like me you will never have a photo of your child walking down the aisle. Or graduating from college. Or maybe you won’t have a photo of them holding their first child. So, what do we do?
We hold tight to the memories and all we have left of them.
Even if it means we hold on to a half bottle of body wash, lotion, or perfume because it was the last one they used. Or perhaps you refuse to clean out their hairbrush, because the bristles still hold strands of their beautiful hair.
I know some women who have kept their mother’s china and silver even though they never use it. Some guys have their father’s old tools tucked away in the garage.
My husband who has hair like The Rock, keeps his father’s comb, which is over 50 yrs. old and has missing teeth! He obviously doesn’t need it for his hair, so, why does he keep it? Memories! It’s a piece of dad, and all he has left of him.
These small, tangible things become our memories, just like a photo. It’s all we have left.
Don’t tell us it’s been long enough and it’s time to dispose of these things.
It may never be time, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Since Melanie ran off to heaven I am determined to hold on tightly to all I have left of her. Which is why I continue to keep her blue canvas bookbag, filled exactly as it was when I received it the day after she died.
It’s chock full of her favorite lotions, body wash, shampoo, and her hairbrush.
Occasionally, when I open it I can still smell her scent. And if I close my eyes tightly, I can hear her voice telling me, “Momma, it’s okay. I’m better now. I’m healed and I’m free.”