A Desk that's More than a Desk
My mother died the middle of March. The other week I spent time in my mother's home with my siblings and other close relatives. We discussed who might want what items and when we would take them home as well as other estate matters. Even though some of us were bolder than others, we all exhibited an awkwardness about expressing our desires. One of our group said that it wasn't necessary to have anything of Mom's since the memories of Mom's life were so vibrant. I understand what he said because I also have strong memories that span many years. For me it is more than remembering Mom fondly. Having some of her possessions highlights how God has chosen to bless me through my family. Some of the things that I have asked for came from my grandmother's home. As the only surviving offspring my mother placed a few of Grandmother's pieces of furniture throughout her house weaving reminders of her past household with pieces from the present. Mother had put on paper...