Some Things Are Difficult to Let Go Of

Years ago, my mother found a heavy hand-blown glass ball, about the size of a grapefruit, in an old house she bought. The glass ball had a flower that had been crafted into the middle of it, one that some creative artisan had created with different colors of glass. I remember seeing this heavy ball when I was a little girl, which, by definition, now makes it a vintage piece. My mother loved telling the story of how she had discovered it; it was one of her favorite finds. We kids swore it was a crystal ball and tried to see our futures in it!

Well, my mother passed away, and now that glass (crystal) ball is with me. I’m wondering why I’m keeping it.

The story behind this curio won’t have any meaning to my children or grandchildren; it will die when I die. This ball does not define my relationship with my mother, but today I’m wondering why I’m hanging on to it. It’s as if I’ll be giving up another tie to her memory if I do, but it sadly will be just another piece of my stuff that my Hubbin or kids will need to dispose of when I’m gone. I’m hoping it will not end up in a landfill somewhere.

I’m thinking about listing it on eBay so that someone out there will find it as intriguing as I did, but I’m hesitant to get rid of it. This morning, I am pondering the ‘why’ and trying to dispel the sadness of losing her.

Maybe it holds more meaning for me than I realize.