A look through my eyes

Life in transistion

All of her things have now been redistributed to her children and grandchildren, and the remainder sold or given away.  The remnants of her life, and the life she shared with her husband of over 50 years, now taking residence in new homes. Years of life, now tucked away in curio cabinets and spare rooms.

My life is at a place of transition and change.  It is not completely uncomfotable, and yet, the passage isn't without snags.  As I try to find places for my Mother's things, I am intensely aware of my own mortality. When my granddaugther admires the music box that belonged to my Grandmother, I realize how fragile time has become.  It seems only yesterday I had made my own mother a grandmother. Now I am the grandmother whose things have become a fascination for the generation following close behind.

Transition and change, the ever present realities of life.

I move forward, cautiously, careful to make the passages easier for those who follow.