I really really wanted to give away my mom's stuff to someone who would be happy to receive it. There was hardly even any interest in her stuff. Not the porcelain dolls, not the carousel horses, nothing. I know the economy is tanking and everyone is broke, but COME ON. It hurt my feelings.
I did give a porcelain doll to a little girl for free. She walked away with a big smile on her face. It almost made me cry.
I donated everything to the SPCA thrift store. Mom loved animals.
I miss her. A lot.
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Yeah, it's weird? That missing the moms, dads thing? Also the shoveling through in my head as to............. how to say it, over analyzing myself as being what/ I am in accordance with the manner in which I was raised.
The teary eyed, missing, wondering why the parent did what they did, what effect it had on us, good or bad, what parts of us as an individual manifest a parents behaviour, values, etc?
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