My mother died recently. It happened a lot more quickly than we'd expected, so we've all been caught off guard; everyone figured she'd go on and on. Here are the things I'm grateful for: she lived a long (84 years) and healthy life. She was active, curious and committed to her community and her interests. My sisters and I got to spend lots of time with her, taking care of her in her last month. She suffered very little and laughed a lot.
That said, we miss her very much and are now faced with the task of dismantling her home, which feels a little like taking apart her legacy. My mother was an aesthete - every item in her home was purchased and placed intentionally, from the wooden spoons to the glass vases to the lamps. She saw the beauty in everyday things and always purchased the well-designed item over its more pedestrian counterpart. How to begin to pull apart each small vignette, to throw out the utensils her hands so lovingly touched?
That's what I'll be sharing with you over the next few weeks - how the Unclutter Coach manages to talk her talk and walk her walk. Are you on Instagram? Here was our very first tearful challenge: what to do with the tapioca bowl.