Climbing a Mountain

I am sure I will never forget what this past week was all about .  As I am sure Sally and Janie won't either.  Just looking at these pictures doesn't even convey the amount of stuff we went through.  Going through all of Momma's things was one of the most emotionally painful things we have all ever done.  I have said before how sentimental she was, and it was made a thousand times clearer by some of the things we found.  Our baby teeth, costumes we wore in plays that were fully intact, my 6th grade cheerleading outfit, homemade Christmas ornaments, rocking chairs that were in our rooms growing up but in desperate need of repair...I could go on and on. 

It was early mornings and late nights.  Organizing and sifting.  Reading letters written by people my mom loved who I never met..namely her dad.  All her beautiful little things, we slowly divided up between us three.  It was so hard because I know how much she would have wanted to be there sharing and laughing with us as we 'battled' over some ugly trinket that maybe cost a penny.  But we wanted it because it reminded us of her. 

I want to cry because I want her stuff back in her little home.  This part just makes it so clear that she isn't coming back.  I have a room filled here in Atlanta with stuff of hers.  I am going to spend time getting stuff repaired and slowly put it in my house.  Hopefully one day I will be able to look at everything and not feel so sad.