How do we take our lives and put it in a box? After the loss of my mother, I find myself doing just that over and over again. It is a difficult thing. To take an entire life and put the things about that life into boxes. Boxes that are going to be given away to charity, boxes that will be sent to other loved ones, boxes that are going to be stored in new dark places, boxes that will be treasured for more generations……it is a difficult thing. One of the boxes I have created is filled with some of my mother’s favorite jewelery. My mother was not one for fancy items. She loved simple things and handmade things. These were some of her favorite things that she treasured. Things that I can remember as a child touching and looking at with awe. Things that she thought were special and now I think are special. Things that my children can touch and look at and think of her and know how special she was….
