Yesterday, was my Oma’s 86th birthday; also, it was the first birthday she wasn’t on earth to celebrate. I miss her.
Over the years, I watched and helped her downsize and move her life; until one day 86 years of collecting fit in a small, single room.
Perspective. We are not our stuff.
I visited my Oma about a year ago, in her single room. I told her stories of the past and talked about memorable events of a life well lived. Her memory was fading, but clearly, she was following everything I talked about with a smile…and then she said something I will never forget. “I’ve never had to worry about the pictures.” At first, I wasn’t sure what she meant. I clarified, “Oh! You can see what I’m talking about? The pictures are still there!” “Yes,” she said, “most of them.”
What a beautiful statement, most of her possessions gone; but the photo albums, home videos and frames in her memory remained.
When it comes to my photos, I will keep “most of them,” and I’ve actually got a pretty good plan for them. But these seventeen frames and photo albums are not being used. So off they go, in memory of my Oma and all the “pictures” she had a part in making.