I have waited all these months to clean out mom’s secretary desk because I needed to be ready emotionally, and have enough uninterrupted quiet time to go through everything.
This morning was finally time.
I found some interesting things.
There were the notes I left her during my first trip to Israel:
There were some notes she had written:
And the spoon from Israel with a thank you note I sent after our wedding:
And the corsage she wore at our reception:
And some funny quotes from tv shows she watched:
She made these in vacation bible school as a four year old:
These were “menus” from ages ago:
And I don’t know what this was:
There was the stamp from when she was the boss of libraries everywhere:
And one of my grandmother’s fancy pens from when I was a toddler:
And more of her lost glasses:
There was a copy of the family proclamation with a patch from the Unites Nations tucked inside:
There was a pamphlet from when we went to the Kansas City temple open house:
And there was her EKG from some cardiac tests I made her get, ironically stacked on top of her flatline EKG from the hospital after the accident, which I must have just thrown in there so I wouldn’t have to look at it.
There was her notebook we wrote notes in back and forth:
And it was full of paper hearts from the wedding.
It was a hard thing to do, cleaning out her desk. I am glad I waited until I was ready. I am glad to have sweet memories of her working at the desk when I was a child, and I am glad to have a lovely spot for it in the new house. It sits right in the morning sun, so I can do my scripture study, Hebrew work, and notes from work on my iPad or laptop, or write letters on Sunday.