Quiet things #2
A collection of objects that sat on a tray beside my mum's bed before she died
I stood for what seemed like an eternity by the sink with my mum's glass and straw in hand not knowing quite what to do, not wanting to-It was such a powerful moment like I was letting go or accepting that she'd gone forever; I had a real struggle in that moment to do it!
It felt sacrilegious and deeply sad and it was all in a moment.
These are small insignificant things, everyday things that are part of a time and much loved person. They are now kept in a 'memory box' by my dad.