serenity bell

I’m learning that when a loved one dies, there’s a stage of needing to hold on to their belongings – as if having those items close somehow strengthens our connection to them. I am finding this true with my mom. There are keepsakes she wanted me to have and then the birthday, Christmas, and Mother’s Day gifts I had given her over the years. On a recent trip to my parent’s home, I brought home the serenity bell I gave Mom a year ago for her birthday. It now hangs in a safe spot on my porch.

depression glass pitcher

Then there’s this green glass pitcher. It was my paternal grandmother’s. I’ve used this for years to hold tea, lemonade, and water. I don’t think it was expensive, but I treasured it.

broken glass pitcher

One day I discovered it in the sink, cracked along the bottom. Crushed, I set it aside – I couldn’t throw it out. It sat in the laundry room sink for months.

hammered glass

Until the day I took a hammer and smashed it into pieces. Hannah ran the bits of glass through her rock tumbler for a week.

The result isn’t quite a sea glass look, but they are opaque and frosty.

Now to figure out what the glass will become in its next life.