Death Is Such a Difficult Time

Jaycee’s baby blue cowgirl boots were grabbed up by two friends. Her mother said “sorry, you cannot have those. Too many memories.” They dropped them and went for some other things. One was carrying her favorite stuffed kitten. The other was holding her Bible. Maybe I am not ready to give things away yet, her mother said. She had been gone for only a month, and the grief was fresh. Jaycee’s two best friends nodded and walked away. Understanding why she might not be ready. They were pretty grabby, her little sister said. “I think all of her things should go to you,” her mother said. Death is such a difficult time.