(The post below was written on May 23, 2020. My mom passed on April 4, 2020.)
Yesterday I was at my parents’ house helping my dad out with a few things. I went into the master bedroom to get something and I saw these shoes sitting on the floor in the corner of the room.
I immediately stopped what I was doing and walked over to pick them up. They were lighter than I expected. I guess because they hold so much weight for me I thought they would be heavier.
My first thought upon holding them was, “Aww! Look how small they are.” I pictured my mom’s cute, little feet inside of them.
I turned them over and inspected the soles. I was checking to see how dirty and worn they were. I wondered about all the places my mom had been in them. I thought about her walking in them. I thought about all the times she wore them just to sit in her wheelchair, no longer able to walk in them.
And then it dawned on me.
“Oh, she’s never coming back to get them.”
It was like I suddenly realized she would never wear these shoes again. They would never again house her cute, little feet. Not for walking. Not for sitting. Not for any reason ever again.
It’s kind of crazy how a simple pair of shoes can spark such deep reflection. A pair of shoes she hadn’t walked in for such a long time. A pair of shoes she hadn’t even worn for at least two months before she died.
The truth is that seeing these shoes would have made me sad even when my mom was alive. I still would have mourned the days she used to walk in them, whether down the street in her neighborhood or just down the hall in her house.
I would have mourned those days, but then I could have gone into the other room to sit with her, somewhat comforted by the fact that she was still there to sit with.
It’s different now.
I mourn these shoes on a different level now. A more permanent one.
She’s never coming back to get them.
And yet, I don’t think I will ever let them go.
4 thoughts on “She’s Never Coming Back to Get Her Shoes, But I Still Can’t Let Them Go”
When I lost my mom to Alzheimer’s I kept all her things for a year. i kept some things to wear line her slippers, a few tops, necklaces, etc.
I think we will keep all of her things for a while. I’m in no rush to go through anything. It’s too hard!
I kept a pink housecoat that my Mom always wore for 12 years after her death. Would probably still be in my closet if I hadn’t moved last summer and decided it was time to let go. I still have a ring that I wear everyday that was her first purchase once she went to work at age 19. There’s never a time that I don’t look at it and think of her. She’ll always be in your heart no matter what, but keeping things around to stimulate our memory of a loved one is not a bad thing. You’ll know when it’s time to go through her things and decide what to keep and what not.
Thank you! I think we’ll hold onto her things for a long, long time.