Today I am going through a few things of my mom's. I have all her last files. Funny how it is hard to throw away the most meaningless scrap of paper that is in her hand. That almost perfect cursive penmanship that flowed so easily from her pen.
The last few entries reflect the day-to-day care of her widow's household. Once these entries were known only to her, her private and very secret money world. Groceries, gas bill, her monthly social security. At Christmas there was an entry of a check to me for "Christmas dinner". I do not recall what that was. Perhaps she sent me money to help pay for ours. I do not recall whether I spent Christmas with her or was with family here in Minnesota. Probably the latter.
It's been over seven years since she died. I hope I always miss her and that throwing away her things is always hard.