I did a thing today. It wasn’t a biggie—well, maybe it was—for me. I have mixed feelings about it. This morning, I decided to post my mother’s power lift recliner on Nextdoor’s website. Within a couple of hours, it sold.
That was Mama’s chair.
We always covered her chair to prevent stains from food or drinks. It still looked new. It’s where Mama sat all day, getting up to use the restroom and back. This chair was perfect for her, comfortable in every way. She had a hand-held mirror and combed her hair every day while sitting there. She’d put her lipstick on and do her eyebrows in that chair. She told stories and greeted family members. She also welcomed guests and the many medical personnel who tended to her while she sat in that chair. Sometimes for hours, she scrolled through her phone. She watched her favorite cooking or cute animal videos in that chair.
She laughed in that chair.
She watched her TV shows, ate her meals, and enjoyed her cafesito sitting there.
She cried in that chair.
That chair was her dining room, her office … and even her bed.
I would have held onto her chair for the memories … but I feared I would have become a hoarder instead. I knew I had to let go. I prayed and believed there was someone else out there who would benefit from using this chair. They would gain some comfort and support.
The buyer came and took the chair. Another hole in my heart …
I still see Mama on that chair.
From Heart to Heritage
Reflections From the Heart 
Wow…I sure know how hard that was❤️ May God continue to bless you and your family!
Bernadette
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Thank you, Bernadette. Seems like there were numerous of difficult moments in having to make tough decisions in the last couple of months in Mama’s life, with emotions running high: Rehab? Nursing home? DNR or no DNR? Palliative or Hospice? Back home? I felt overwhelmed. But the Lord sustained me, along with the support of my husband and children.
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I love the passion you had and still have for your Mom, which reflects the depth of love she had for you. You were wise to sell, but I fully appreciate what the memories for you were in seeing that chair every day. May your memories sustain you, Mary, as grief makes frequent stops.
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Thank you for your kind words, Dayle. You are so correct in saying that grief makes frequent stops! I have so many memories of Mama, and I am slowly able to think about her without the heaviness, but those emotions still come in waves when you least expect it. Thanks again for stopping by.
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The oh so sweet memories with my grandma in this chair. When I could, I’d go visit her at my mom’s house and see her there happy and comfy. As the days went by and the more fragile she became, I began to watched her more, trying to please her every need. Is she comfortable? “Are you okay, Grandma?”… Our eyes would meet and she’d say, “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, Angela. Thank you.” I remember just yesterday rubbing her sweet but weak hands with lotion. How she loved the smell of it. Not a day goes by when I go to my mom’s house, that I don’t look over my shoulder to see if she is still there. I miss you, Grandma. Your memories, stories, and trinkets will never be forgotten.
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Thank you, baby girl. Love you!
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Well here I sit in tears reading this. Your writings are so heartfelt and stirring. I can’t imagine how hard this was for you. Just solidified the reality of her not being with you anymore. Thanks for sharing. Love you all.
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Love you, sweet friend.
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I understand sometimes it is very hard to let go of something especially your Mama’s Chair. Just think what a “biggie” that was for the person who picked it up and how much they will love
her chair.
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