Retail Therapy

The first half of the year has been different, to say the least. I lost my grandmother whom I loved very much, my cat who we've had for 18 years, various things happened, etc. It may seem crude to some for me to list the loss of my cat with the loss of my grandmother. I can't really compare them, to be honest. The loss of my gma was pretty paradigm-altering, but also the loss of my cat was the loss of someone who sat with me when I was happy or sad, was (usually) always there for me, and just generally made me feel better.

Anyway, the past couple of months has been an exercise in clearing her things slowly, and there've been a couple of days of goods distribution so far. There will definitely be more. Sorting through the things that I've been bequeathed brings back so much of her to me. None of them are expensive - far from it. So far all I've got are some textiles and assorted kitchen items, but they so remind me of her that it becomes overwhelming sometimes.

Finding a cendol maker is like finding gold, and suddenly having her kitschy cat-decorated kitchen towel holder makes me feel like she's in the kitchen telling me exactly what to do and scolding me when I make too much noise. I suppose this is what makes me suddenly want to pay more attention to my surviving grandmother.