Moving on

So I have been slowly taking mom's affairs and giving away what I can, keeping what I think I might need or want, crying tears over a box labeled for me with memories of family trips.Bit by bit everything is getting cleared and all that is remaining are memories. I can look at various do-dads like small ashtrays, little photos, perfume bottles that were so old the perfume was concentrating to the bottom, and just think of mom and dad and events in my life that transpired to make those memories come alive. And then I ache. I will begin shredding her paper work soon and when that is done the physical vestige of Olga Guillot will be gone. I will give away her bible study books and the physical vestige of Olga Guillot will be gone. But I can look at the family picture and there she is...as though nothing happened. And as long as I remember and tell the stories of her life she will remain