December 7, 2012

There are a lot of things that get put into a different perspective after a close loved one dies.  Or, at least this is true for me with the death of my mom.  I pulled out my many different bins of Christmas decorations (as far as I'm concerned, you can't have too many), and one of them fell victim to mold.  I'm guessing one of the dish towels I wrapped a fragile item in wasn't fully dry when I packed it all away after last Christmas.  If my mom was still alive, this would've been a lot more upsetting.  It still sucks - there were things in there I really liked and would rather not have to throw away, but I'm fully aware of it not being the worst thing that could happen to me.  It's just stuff, and luckily, none of it is heirloom items passed down from my mom or grandmother or aunt, or other relative that has died, making it a bit easier to let it go.  In this time of upheaval where I'm hearing from a number of loved ones about much more serious personal or health issues, a bin of moldy decorations is nothing to complain about.  If that was the worst thing to happen in my life, it'd be a pretty charmed life.