One year ago to date, I sat by my mother when she took her last breath after a brief and hopeless battle against cancer. Still not a day goes by that I don’t think of her, but most days now those thoughts are more fleeting. Time indeed has done its job.
When my sister and I were going through her things to see what could be kept and what could be thrown away, there wasn’t much that I wanted to keep. They are just material things and didn’t feel a connection to them, I just wanted to keep the memory of her. So in the end I only took this ring, I remember she always wore this when I was a child. It’s a bit sad that I don’t know what the history of this ring is and why she liked it and why she stopped wearing it, but it was a part of her so this is what I will keep. I don’t even want to clean it, it would somehow feel like washing away her spirit from it and then it would be just another material thing. Crazy, huh?