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 