We accumulate stuff. Sometimes I question it. But at my great-grandma's memorial service a couple weeks ago. It all made sense to me. I got the honor of keeping a few of her collected "things" and jewelry. It has a sense of her with it. A sense of a life lived. A very well lived life in this case. "Things" are so temporary. But sometimes temporary is all we can muster up to symbolize the earthly life we live. This vase existed in her midst, it surrounded her during her days and filled her home. They were hers, and now a part of her is mine.
I wonder what "things" my great-granddaughter will have of mine, what things that I'll leave behind.
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