Three Years of Letting Go

I didn't know three years ago that I would be losing both my mom and my dad in the midst of a pandemic (but not from Covid). My dad passed away in 2020 and my mom passed away in 2021. Mom's condo has been cleaned out and sold. Dad's house is in the process of being sold, and final family contents removed. It's a season of letting go. Thanks to my oldest sister it may also be a finding process.  She found a cardboard portfolio of drawings I did in high school. Something to keep.

My youngest son is moving to NYC area.  I'm glad he is able to set a course and follow it, and sad to see him go. But I am thankful he can do it. Letting go. 

While preparing pies for Thanksgiving I was looking through some of my mom's cookbooks and this page from the Bible fell out. I put it on the fireplace mantel. Something to keep. Two paintings from Dad's house came home with me. Something to keep. 

Onward. I will decide which threads to pick up again and which things to let go of. I will reconnect with some creative things I was working on before the "three years of letting go" started. And some things I will let go. This is a good sentiment for right now, though.