I recently visited a friend who has lost her cherished aunt.
My friend was pensive, not her usual garrulous self. When I
ventured to ask what she was thinking about, she volunteered
that her mind kept racing back to the antique jewelry collection
her aunt’s relatives were making an inventory of. My questions
came quickly: were they pretty? were they expensive? did you get
anything? but my friend was so lost in reverie she never heard
what I asked.
Much later, when I returned to my own home, I thought about all
the gems (precious and not) that sit unused and forgotten in many
of my drawers. Every one of the pieces I own has a history but not
many people know the history because no one has ever asked me about
them. I do not feel I am going to die soon but I will die someday.
Seeing my friend wondering the origin of the pieces her aunt has
left behind has spurred me into action. I know that I must begin
to “curate” my collection so that I can take that burden away from
the shoulders of my loved ones. No one wants the job of taking an
inventory from an estate…so let it be me. Even with everything
written out and properly stored, the passing of someone we love is
is never easy and the least I can do is save my children from having
to decide what to keep, what to throw away and what to give away.