One of the first things I remember from visiting Grandma Cleta’s house was the beautiful curio cabinet in her living room, filled with precious mementos from her and Grandpa Larry’s travels.
Of course, we children were never allowed to touch the cabinet, or the lovely clock that sat on top of it, though its Big-Ben chimes every fifteen minutes were the gentle, musical soundtrack to our visits.
When Grandma Cleta died, Mom inherited the cabinet and clock. They now held pride of place in her living room, still filled with my grandparents’ treasures, though Mom and Keith added a few of their own items to the collection.
We lost Mom to cancer in July of 2018–three years ago next week. My stepdad Keith was just starting to move out of his grief and begin the next phase of his life when he too passed, suddenly and unexpectedly of a brain aneurysm, at the beginning of 2020.
Then the pandemic hit. We had to indefinitely postpone Keith’s memorial service, and my brother had to pack up the things we wanted from their house and put them into storage, until it was safe for me to drive across two states again to get them.
That trip finally happened, in late June.