I have just been sorting through a case full of curtains that my mother had bought over the years. It's 10 months since she passed and I'm gradually getting round to giving her things away. It made me feel terrible setting most of them aside to give to a charity shop (one for early onset Alzheimer's, as it happens). I could see that she'd hemmed some of them - her stitches - and some had curtain rings in as she had used the old-fashioned way to hang them. I found it heart-breaking and my stomach turned over - I know that sounds mad.
I'm gradually getting the house re-decorated so I'll be buying new curtains though I kept the William Morris type design ones.
Why have I got this awful feeling that I'm betraying her or somehow giving part of her away? Has anyone else felt like this over "things"?
I'm gradually getting the house re-decorated so I'll be buying new curtains though I kept the William Morris type design ones.
Why have I got this awful feeling that I'm betraying her or somehow giving part of her away? Has anyone else felt like this over "things"?