"I have some old pans, knives and various cutlery that belonged to my mother. She passed away in 1986, left the United States in 1973 and moved out of the apartment she shared with my father in 1968. That means her hand has not rested on any of these since at least 1968, if not earlier. That's 44 years. I held on to these for 2/3 of my life, as if I could somehow capture her essence in these things.
The pans are dented, the knives are dull and the cutlery is all mismatched. Useless dreck, to sum up. My mother is not in her pans or anything else. I keep her in my heart and whisper a prayer to her memory every night. These things were her tools and she turned her back on them without hesitation when it was time for her to move on. The one thing I kept that I actually use was her sewing machine. It works better than anything on the market today.
The other things gave her no joy. And even if they did, they were hers, not mine. It's time for them to go.
Thanks for giving me the courage to finally move on, too."