An unpacking interlude

I'm trying to unpack one box a day, a not unreasonable goal given my blood cell counts and energy level this week. It's been weird to unpack the boxes of my mom's things. I hired movers to pack up her apartment after she died because I wasn't ready to sort through her things. I'm taking those boxes very slowly as each one brings back a vivid memory.

I found her Stewie Griffen t-shirt the other day. I bought it for her Valentine's Day present this year because she loved Family Guy and thought "that little monster" was a hoot. I did unpack her mother's dishes and have them in my vintage china closet. It occured to me the other day that those dishes are around a century old. She used them as her everyday dishes rather than let them gather dust in the closet. I've decided that I like that idea and am using the crystal bowls and other vintage dishes for my everyday meals.

I miss her every day.