After a parent dies, at some point inevitably you have to start to go through their possessions and what’s stored away. My father is already thinking about what to do with Mom’s clothes and coats. But you never know what else you might find….
I’d forgotten that bottle. I’d bought that commemorative Muscadet wine in Normandy in 1994. I’d given it to her as a memento – over 21 years ago.
I can’t believe it. She’d kept that in the back of a kitchen cupboard all these years. And she never opened it.
Is this how it feels to unearth a “time capsule” you’d never imagined you’d ever find? It wasn’t just something of her life. In a way, I suppose, it was also about my own.
Have a good Monday, wherever you are. 🙂