I did a thing today. It wasn’t a biggie—well, maybe it was—for me. This morning, I decided to post my mother’s power lift recliner on Nextdoor. 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 only to use the restroom and then returning to her chair. 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 on her lipstick and do her eyebrows in that chair.
She told stories and greeted family members. She 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 shows and cute animal videos in that chair.
She laughed in that chair.
She watched her TV shows, ate her meals, and enjoyed her cafecito 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 from it.
The buyer came and took the chair.
Another hole in my heart …
Looking at this photo, I still see Mama in that chair.
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