My mom died a little over 5 years ago. We had a really good relationship for the most part, and her death has been the hardest thing to bear.
Recently I came into possession of her bedroom suite. The one she and my dad bought second hand in 1955, the year they got married. It has always been their bedroom suite. When we went into mom and dad’s room for comfort in the middle of the night, this furniture was in there. I always felt so good in mom’s room.
Anyway the furniture has been in storage and was pretty dusty, and has quite a few more dents and dings than it used to. I’ve been rubbing it with furniture oil to get some moisture into the wood, then i’ll get out the Murphy’s soap and finish cleaning it. It still looks good.
I found myself crying as I was rubbing the night stand, I have missed my mom so much. It’s not as if I have no keepsake from her. I have her china and her watch, but there is something about seeing that bedroom furniture that has me making puddles. I feel as if I have a bit of her back, and that has been something I’ve really wanted. I know it’s temporary, this feeling, and in reality it is just much beloved furniture, but I don’t care.
Anybody else ever felt this way?