|Some of Mom's little froggies.|
However, I have lots of mementos around the house that remind me of her. There's something of hers in every room. She started sending me things, little by little, over a decade ago because she wanted to make sure I'd have them once she was gone.
When she died, my husband and I went to Hawaii to make all the arrangements: her memorial service, sale of her condo, scattering her ashes, and going through tons of photos. My mom was the most organized person I know and she was very diligent in making preparations for her death. She had already promised away almost all her belongings to friends and neighbors, and some to my sister and her children. But there was still a bunch of knick knacks and small household items that had to be done away with, so my husband and I packed as much of it in our suitcases as we could reasonably carry.
My mom was a knick knack person. So's my husband. Me? Not so much. The only little things I've saved over the years is the cute crafty stuff my kids made when they were little. But now I have mom's bric-a-brac strewn around the house because they remind me of her. She had a thing for little lizards and frogs. Well, little animals of any kind, actually, but the majority were frogs. Now I have them. And I look at them every day.
The project I'm currently working on deals with the loss of loved ones, and my heroine lost her mother to a devastating illness. Like most writers, I try to live inside my character's skin as I'm writing about them, so I'm reliving the loss of my own mother. Remembering my grief and sense of loss helps me understand my character better and draw her in a more realistic way. The story isn't only about her losing her mother, but the circumstances surrounding her mother's death affect her decisions and her behavior. That's why this is fresh in my mind today so I thought I'd write some of it out in my blog.
Do you have keepsakes to remind you of anyone special who's now gone from your life?