After the funeral, they went back to the house to finish clearing through their mother’s belongings. It was not an easy task. But it was a task to help keep the mind distracted.
Yet, everwhere she looked she found a new set of souvenirs bunched together. Her mother had been a collector of memories. And, she kept every gift and every scrap of paper that reminded her how lucky she had been in life.
Sure, life had bern extremely hard. But she made so that her daughters could reach higher and they did. Thus, every step of their paths were bottled up as souvenirs of a life lived for the love of others. And, this just brought tears to everyone’s eyes. If only those could be bottled up as well.
Categories: death, family, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, women, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
SMiLes Dear Miriam How Inspiring
A Story You Tale of A Mother Who
Passes Away And Scraps of Memories
TaLinG A Story of Love For Her Daughters
PeRuSinG Her Belongings After Death And The
Same Occurring When my Mother PaSSinG Away
Going through Her Things Then in 2017 We Find a
Letter Addressed to me
on my 33rd Birthday on
June 6, 1993 My Goodness
A Letter Delivered After Her
Death to me Among Her Things
24 Years Later From the Date She Wrote it to me…
And Interestingly Enough It Was Like A Prophecy that Came True
Although if i Had Received it on that Date It Would Have Been Hard
For me to
Believe Still
Passing Out
Rental Shoes
At A Military Bowling
Center With Smiles Then
Yet It’s True No i’ve Never
Achieved More in Life Than
A Shared Smile or Tears So i
Do me THiS Way Still With No Shame..:)
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