Just a drawer

Well, Dad and I made a bit of headway, we actually went through the drawer of Moms night table. I am finding that thinking about doing these things is actually harder than just doing them. It was a bittersweet experience. We found things to smile over and those that brought tears to the eyes. 

We found Moms two "bibles". One the Holy Bible which contained clippings of those who have passed before her. The other "bible" was her address book. It is filled with people she has known from childhood and to whom she never forgot to send a birthday or christmas card. Pages dedicated to the addresses of her grandchildren who seem to move from year to year. Bits of paper with changed addresses or new phone numbers and even postcards sent to her.

One drawer contained cards sent to her, graduation announcements and programs of the grandchildren. Even a letter sent by one with postage due: ten cents on it. We found jewelry and gloves that I remember seeing her put on her hands when I was young. I know each thing tucked away had a special memory attached to it. So, needless to say most things went back into the drawer.