The Wreath

The past couple of weeks we've had the task of going through all of Mom's things and figuring out where they should go. Some family's have conflicts over material things when a loved one is lost.
Not in our case. No one has ever had any doubt what my Mom would have wanted. The only doubt is where in the heck to put the stuff at our respective houses. For the most part all has gone smoothly.

The other afternoon I noticed the beautiful lavender wreath that my Mom has on her front door.
She put it there to greet all that would come to visit her. She was really good at finding things that made her home comfortable and unmistakably hers. I think that we've passed that wreath a thousand times since it's been on that door but not once did I even consider that it would more than likely be the last thing that would leave her house when she was gone.

It's been there to greet all that have passed through her friendly doors and It will be there to say goodbye the last time that we close the door behind us. A beautiful reminder of the little details that were my Mom.


God Bless