My grandmother, my favorite person in the whole wide world, passed away on Christmas Day 1999. Even after all this time I still miss her every day. When my parents and I were clearing out her home to get it ready to sell my mother found this picnic basket on the top shelf of her closet. When she opened it it was tightly packed with quite the assortment of items. She found it odd but when she called me in to take a look at it I knew immediately that basket had been packed for me.
On our last visit before she died we had a conversation about all these funny little memories we had shared through the years and as I looked inside the basket I could see it was filled with mementos from those particular memories. It was amazing. But it was also bittersweet.
For years I just could not open that basket without dissolving into tears. For one thing, everything inside it smelled like her and her house and you know how powerful that can be. Scents trigger memories and every time I tried to go through that basket I ended up having a good cry, then closing it and putting it away until later.
Later kept getting later and later and later. Fifteen years later.
|It is amazing to see how much she packed into this basket|
Time really does heal all wounds and fortunately it has done that for me. Lately I've been going through the items in this basket and truly enjoying them. And now I'd like to share not only the items inside, but my plans for them and the picnic basket too.
Because there is so much to tell I'm going to break it up a bit so bear with me. I think it will be a fun adventure.