This week has been interesting for me. I got rid of a few bowls that were my Grandma’s. I gave them to my mom, so they are literally next door. But it was hard. It needed to happen. I don’t need to keep bowls I don’t use. But it was still sad.
The same day I thought of something funny and laughed. Then I told myself, “I need to tell Grandma that story. She would love it.” Of course I immediately remembered Grandma is gone, but for a brief 30 seconds she and I were still in the same realm.
Tonight I changed a few lightbulbs. One of which was above the stove. A light I VERY rarely turn on. When I finally removed it the bulb was so old… probably not even a type of bulb they make/sell anymore. I can almost guarantee the last person to change that light was my Grandpa.
I like having things in my home that I know they used/touched. I will admit I’m something of a sentimental hoarder. I wish I could say this brought me some profound insight on grief. It didn’t. It just made me a little bit happy and a little bit sad.
Redheaded Jill 
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