Mom's Bra Drawer

     Tuesday night is trash night.  2 cans plus one large bag...that's what I pay for.  My goal is to use that to the fullest.  So every week I pick a new thing that needs to be cleaned out.  I pick the harder things because for some reason when I have a true challenge like that I seem to excel.  It might be a cabinet full of old stories.  It could be a box of photographs.  Sometimes it is baby stuff that rips at the mama's heart.  This week I dove into my Mom's bathroom again.  I cleaned for over an hour in a bathroom for a man who does nothing as far as cleaning goes.  I cleaned away more of her stuff.  As I relocated, dumped or decided to put things to good use...I realized we really do just leave all of our stuff when we die.  It just sits there.  Waiting.  Unless...we move it. Find new homes.  Find new uses.  Donate.  Purge.  Share.  He will never be able to do these things.  He is obviously too sad.  She whispers to me...to help.  To put things to good use.  She hated when things were wasted.  Her dresser has sat untouched.  The bra drawer made me giggle.  She had an amazing amount of them in a little drawer as if it were a clown prop like the famous car in which twenty fully grown men exit.  Bra after bra after bra.  They all looked pretty similar and most of them brand new.  Someday she would be better...well enough to get dressed and go out...someday.  It gave her hope at the time.  They will now give someone a lift in a whole new way.  I thought of the jokes we would make together in a project like this.  Her sense of humor is still and will always be right there and I have discovered that I can hear it even if the words aren't coming out of her mouth.  Give the world a lift, Sweetie...