All we have left are our memories. Memories can be magical moments and offer comfort when we miss a loved one. In the whirling mist of memories, of moments that mattered, of shared laughter and tears, there is nostalgia for what once was. Yet, when we lose someone we loved, and continue to love, are memories all we have left? If memories are the stories etched in our minds, then I believe that ‘no’, that is not all.
Did Your Grandmother Declutter?
I do not remember my Grandmother ever decluttering. In fact, her home was a house of treasures. As children, my sister and I loved to explore every nook and cranny in the beautiful Victorian terrace in London. Anything that was off limits, was usually placed high up on some shelf that was frustratingly just out of our reach. This served to ignite our curiosity all the more and these unattainable prizes became our sacred chalices, teasing us in our dreams and dancing in and out of our thoughts.