Mother was instrumental in developing my creativity. Ever since I was a little girl, she would ask me to think of ideas for gifts or games to do for birthdays, anniversaries or family gatherings. (Now I’m blogging about those ideas she encouraged me to come up with. Thanks Mother!)
When she died, I felt lost and missed her terribly.
My friend Janet gave me a pink coin purse with a note that said, “This is to carry your mother’s memories.” That gift comforts me to this day.
I do think of of my mother daily and when I see my coin purse, all of the wonderful things we did together rushes back to me. Every time I touch my coin purse and open it to place my loose change (that used to be buried at the bottom of my purse), I am at peace, and it always makes me smile!
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. – The Wonder Years