We don't really need the spices, but I know Mark will find a use for them and will probably empty Mom's smaller spice jars into the larger, plastic spice containers that Mark uses.
I also took one of her purple hats. Mom used to belong to a group of ladies called the Purple Hat Club. They're a lot like the Red Hat Club but apparently prefer purple. I always liked the idea of the Purple Hat Club and wanted something to remember that by. Dad allowed me to take one of Mom's purple hats, a velvet one. I plan to take it to my office and hang it up on my hat rack, just so I can look at it and think of Mom when I want to. I can even hold it against me and sort of hug it, which I did yesterday. Nope, not ashamed to admit that.
She also had a really cool purple Easter had that she made herself. I'd never seen it before. She glued pastel-colored Easter eggs all around the brim and glued a tiny plush Easter bunny to the front. It was adorable! I wish I had a photograph of her wearing it. And my Dad, the clueless twit, removed the eggs and bunny--because they weren't glued very securely, unfortunately--so he can donate the hat to the club.
I agree with donating the hat, but couldn't he have kept it as it was? I think I will have to reconstruct it with another hat. It really was awesome looking. I'll post a photograph here after I do that. I'll probably have to wait until next Easter, though; I don't imagine Easter eggs are a very popular sales item right now.
After the visit, we ate barbecue at a local restaurant and came on home. Mark got on the computer for a while, and then I got online. I worked on a StarRise story with my friend gypsy_anna and then joined in the StarRise Weyr monthly chat.
Saturday night, we went gaming. I asked for it to not be canceled because I wanted the distraction. Lisa took my nephew Cody to his Little League game on Sunday. Life goes on, even when it feels as if it ought to come to a screeching halt.
I almost wish I were Jewish, because I really wouldn't mind sitting shiva for seven days, right now. I'm not sad 24/7, and it really does help to continue doing the normal things, but I can sure see the value in having a specific time set aside for the worst of the mourning.
I want to reconstruct that hat because it was so Mom.
EDIT: Thank you very much to Rand Simberg for his kindness.