After my mother died we decided to take our time with cleaning out her house. Today the last thing was done. My mom was a (heavy) smoker. The owner of the apartment insisted on having the ceiling painted white. Which was done today.
On Monday the apartment will be inspected and we will hand over the keys. After that we will never be able to return to our mother’s home, the place she passed away. An awkward and painful thought. On the other hand the apartment building is on my route into the centre of town. I am not sure yet how I will cope with that. I guess I have to toughen up a little.
I would like to stress though that I am fine. Sad and still mourning, but fine.
This little Wedgewood box belonged to my mom (and everything included). Her rosery is beautiful. I love the little light bulbs for Christmas tree lights she kept.
Have a nice weekend!