When my mom died I kept some of her things - jewelry, scarves, sweaters, things like that. It made me feel better to wear them because they reminded me of her. But now I'm finding more and more that many of these things have lost their essence of her. As I have used them they've lost her shape, her touch, her scent, her association. They have now taken on my attributes and are reminiscent of me. I associate them with myself more and this makes me sad... like losing more little pieces of her as I go.
There are two sweaters left, however, that I've worn all winter, that haven't lost the sense of her; a white one and a big thick black and white one. Those two sweaters are so ingrained in my mind with my mother that they've been like wearing a hug from her when I've been cold. Those are holdouts :-)
On another subject, I'm still sort of wandering in here. When it comes to catching up with diaries I feel like a balloon bouncing around randomly. It seemed easier in OD to find whet you left off in someone's diary and methodically work your way forward and it's really confusing in here if one member has several books going!!
Finally, does anybody know of any good pain pills that do not have codeine or Tramadol stuff in them. I have to see the dentist and I'm afraid to go because I don't think there's anything they can give me after the work is done on a root canal or tooth pulling.
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