Yesterday I put on my big girl boots, (well my Moms big girl boots, seemed fitting for the task at hand), and began to wade through the mounds and mounds of my Moms things. This lady loved her some jackets, and clothes, and shoes... oh the shoes. I mean really we could clothe a small village with all her stuff. There was something so oddly fun about it... like a small child finding her moms high heels for the first time. There was Rodeo clothes, Sunday clothes, work clothes, out on the town clothes, leg warmers from the eighties. Things I remember her wearing all the time. And a few things that still had the tag, from more recent shopping sprees. Each item precious to me.
I didn't get it all packed away but made a pretty good dent. Hopefully my sisters and I can find some things that will remind each of us of her! It was calming to me to see the closets become empty, the drawers become bare. I needed to say goodbye to her, and I'm starting to be able to.