I am still fighting the good fight to convert all my stuff to digital, and therefore portable, form. Today I scanned the log book that I kept when my mother died. The log was meant to keep track of the events that were swirling around us while we were in a thick fog.
I tracked everything of value that came and went from my father's house. Dishes and flowers and cards came in and needed to be returned and/or acknowledged.
But also, I was removing the stuff that mattered to me and I needed to let my brothers know. Much of it had monetary value, I suppose, but how can I explain their actual value? My mother's father had been a jeweller and a watchmaker and my mother loved both jewelry and watches. Hers all smelled of her.
I rarely, if ever, wear more than a Fossil watch, so I don't really get much from these objects. I keep them because they meant a lot to her. I hope one day my daughters might want them: for their beauty and value, but mostly because they are my Mama's.




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