Anne K

I never understood my mother’s obsession with antiques from her grandparents’ and mother’s generations. But then I lost my mother, young. As she did as well. And this quote rings so true. She was holding on to the three people in her early life that made her feel love and happiness, that blurred what her father was. But for her it was desperation for a small part of reality to be larger than the dark reality. There are things I have from her that have no value, no meaning, but they remind me of the warmth I felt with her. And that’s something I want to forever be anchored to.