My mom created such a lovely home for us. She loved the beautiful things. Not fancy, pretentious beautiful, but simple beautiful. She loved to open our home to friends and family. She was Italian so she loved to cook and showed her love that way. We had some fun dinner parties. Again, not fancy, more like “hey, come and hang out with me in my kitchen while I cook, have a glass of wine, relax.” She was a natural hostess. A natural homemaker.
She was a woman of detail. She was always looking for the perfect little something for just the right place. It could be a pretty floral plate that she found at a garage sale that she would then hang on that little piece of wall in the hallway. Details and beauty, she had an eye for it. Our home was cozy and tidy and comfortable. She made things pretty. She lived her vocation of wife and mother to the fullest. She did it well. What a great example she was for me. I really wish I would have paid more attention.
A couple of weeks ago we headed down to Florida to pack up my Mom and Dad’s home. About 17 years ago they bought a 1920’s fixer upper cottage and fixed it up themselves. They poured their blood, sweat, and tears into that place. Literally. It is beautiful!!
My dad has been staying with us the last couple of years. He would go down for a couple of weeks in the winter. But other than that their house in FL has just been sitting there. My dad worried about it sitting down there and felt it was time to let it go. Walking into their home is like stepping back in time to when she was still here with us. All of her little touches are still there. I took some pictures to try to capture some of it, to try to remember her last little touches left in this world.
I gave my Dad a hug, shed some tears and took a deep breath before I started dismantling it piece by beautiful piece. It was the last little bit of her. It was so hard to do, so hard for my Dad also. I kept a lot of her things. I am now trying to find just the right spot for them in my home. Every time I look at these things I am reminded of her and her mark on this world of ours and in our lives.