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Sorting….

Turquoise… she must have loved it Earrings, bracelets, necklaces…. The black spider webs criss-crossing through the smoky blue haze of marbled stone… We’d met…the some of us…just a week before… Alberta on the far side of the dining room table, giving sisterly directions on the thank-you notes… Each hand-written thanks evoking a story from Dad on the recipient… an anecdote.. a relationship… And today we met again…to sort.

Thinking of awful tales I’d heard of families during these post-funeral sorting sessions.. Grabbing…coveting…envy…arguments… And we sat sorting….wanting each other to have the very best on the table. That’s what she gave us.