This spring and fall mark the 5th anniversary of the deaths of my parents. Sometime between their deaths, I was in Sioux Falls and I bought a rather fancy Coach purse. It was a total splurge.
I am not the sort of person who has lots of shoes and purses. It don’t care if my purse matches anything else I am wearing. I just use the same purse until it wears out, and then I get another one. I go more for utility than style.
I put the new purse in the closet back in 2014, in the fancy cotton storage bag that it came in, and didn’t think about it again until this spring when I needed a bigger purse to take on a trip in lieu of a brief case. My current purse, a burgundy one, was a little too small, and I thought about the other purse in the closet. I have used it ever since, retiring the burgundy one in the closet. My son saw the new purse when we visited him over Memorial Day. He said “Oh, that is your grief purse. You bought it when Grandma died. I wondered when you would use it.”
Well, I never thought about it like that, but I think he may have something there. I have been thinking a bit more about my parents than usual, and I suppose my not using this purse for 5 years has some deeper meaning. I am glad my son is so observant.
What do you have that is associated with the memory of another person or persons?