Mirrored from Marsha Sisolak.
One of the most difficult things to do as a child when you’ve lost a parent is to sift through their possessions and decide what parts you’re going to keep and what you’re going to give away or throw out.
Now when you’re suddenly orphaned at age 60+?
It’s not just the things that represent their life–it’s the house, too. So not only have you lost that last parent, you’ve lost the home that was them, and that center of celebrations and reunions.
When a door closes, a window may very well open. In my case (lots of siblings, for sure, and we’ve all drawn closer) it’s a huge window.
But the dimensions of that window will never match the size of Mom’s forever-closed-to-me door.