One of the items I kept when my mum passed away was one of her favourite handbags. Patched leather, 70’style. I’d seen her wear it often. It felt too sacred to use it myself so for a few years it was simply kept in a safe place. Eventually, I started to take it out. But it wasn’t until years later that I opened one of the zip compartments and a couple of lipsticks were revealed. My mum always wore lipstick. Subtle colours, nothing that would draw too much attention. Yet, never without it.
Memories are woven into our hearts and minds. But it is kinda special to have something tangible.
It was such a lovely surprise. The essence of her. Mum.