I had a strange Valentine's Day yesterday cleaning out my Grandmother's room, throwing away most of her personal possessions. Cleaning up after the dead is always a sad task. In the end, her life boiled down to her hairbrush, her junk jewelry and some old magazines. I found strands of Mardi Gras beads around her mirror from a party earlier that day. She died on Fat Tuesday and I really can't think of a better day for her exit. She ate three deserts and was gone before Ash Wednesday. Considering her love of chocolate, she managed to sneak out before Lent.
I am amazed by what she lived with. Those last twenty years were dark ones for