I Emptied My Mom’s Closet (hard, but finally)

Josh and I just had a nice, long Christmas Eve hug at the local FedEx near my parent’s house waiting as someone prepared a few boxes to be sent to LA…

He’s a rock. [Babe, I got you, I’ll take care of you].

Me, too. [Dad, I got this. I’ll take care of you and I’ll take care of it].

We are each rock for the other. That’s how the world turns.

Today, I sent the last of my Mom’s things to my house (we’ve spent some time here over the last few visits completing similar shipments).

But it was yesterday after different items had gone to family and places like Dress for Success, that I finally cleared out my Mom’s closet, her books, her drawers, her toiletries — everything. 

Nolan, my sun and Gigi’s grandsun, helped the last couple times and I told him he was doing God’s work helping me.

It’s only clothes/things ~ true, it’s stuff. 

But stuff will always feel like more than stuff because of its ability to bring back memories and remind you of the beauty that person represented, what you learned from them and, overall, what they represented in your life. 

Resilience.
Strength.
Honesty.
Connection ~ she got us together and kept us together. This is one of the things I miss most of all. I’ve taken on the role; however, I may not have my sea legs yet. In other words, a mother’s shoes are hard to fill. (I’m a size 6.5 and she was a 9). 

My Mom prided herself on having something to match every outfit. The handbag, the perfect pair of shoes, the earrings, the right shawl, the belt… (like my Grandma, she was committed to expressing all that she was on the outside, every day).

It all looked so good on her.

There are many things we are prepared for and others we are not in life and somewhere in between is hopefully where we remember everything is part of and creates our unique perspective, truth, and expression. 

It’s all exactly as it is…as it should be. The thing that happened, the thing that you kept or let go of…all that all of it has opened up in you…

These hands now newly manicured, wearing some of her jewelry — they look like hers.

They take care of things — and people — like hers.

They hold that which may feel heavy (brown boxes and every hue of every emotion) and do the work to lighten and brighten through writing (she started to write the last couple years of her life and loved it) — like hers.

They wipe tears — our own and those of others — also like hers. 

They write and they write…

Sadness, joy, letting go and holding onto. It’s all right.

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life! 

Life is good,

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 Michelle Ghilotti
Couture Brand Creator & Success Coach

p.s. On January 9th, as inspired by my lessons through loss and wanting to generally do life and business VERY differently, I’ll be sharing the surprise gift I’ve been planning with you — make sure to open our newsletter that day. We think you’ll LOVE it. xo

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