“Clothes of the dead won’t wear long,” wrote Ruth Rendell in her novel, The Brimstone Wedding. I was to remember that when my mother died suddenly.
My siblings and I flew out to Arizona to clear out her house for resale. “You can have Mother’s clothes,” my sisters announced, as if offering up precious jewels.
“No thanks!” I snapped.
“Some are brand new. These even have store tags attached. See?”
“So, divvy them up yourselves.”
In the end, I took a few things.
Back home, I unpacked them, then bagged them up for Goodwill.
“I write to capture indelible moments in time.” – the writer