Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — 20 minutes ago
The china cabinet stands as it has since we moved. There have been only minor changes inside it in the ten years of living here. In it are pieces of crystal and cut glass, awards, candle sticks, and a variety of statues. Some of the items are heirlooms passed down in the family from those who have gone before us.
As I contemplated the cabinet tonight it seemed to mock me. It's presence reminding me of the contrast between the perceived value of its contents when Joanne was alive and how hollow those items seem now that I am alone. Remembering how valuable much of that once seemed, I ache in recognizing how unimportant they seem now.
Over the last years of my mother's life she enjoyed giving away much of what she'd accumulated. I had hoped we could do that when Joanne was in hospice. She had little interest in doing that, and, her stay in hospice was so brief, we gave away very little. Now I'm haunted by the reminders; what once seemed so valuable but now doesn't, and, how little use I have for them in my life in the land of grief.
Learn from me friends, value is found in relationships.
Blessings,
Al
As I contemplated the cabinet tonight it seemed to mock me. It's presence reminding me of the contrast between the perceived value of its contents when Joanne was alive and how hollow those items seem now that I am alone. Remembering how valuable much of that once seemed, I ache in recognizing how unimportant they seem now.
Over the last years of my mother's life she enjoyed giving away much of what she'd accumulated. I had hoped we could do that when Joanne was in hospice. She had little interest in doing that, and, her stay in hospice was so brief, we gave away very little. Now I'm haunted by the reminders; what once seemed so valuable but now doesn't, and, how little use I have for them in my life in the land of grief.
Learn from me friends, value is found in relationships.
Blessings,
Al
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