At first, I discouraged my mother to take her purse with her. 'Don't bother, you don't need it.' That was until I realized there was more to the purse than just the physical object.
|Maman walking to the dining room |
at her assisted living community.
Going out with her purse, even to the dining room within her assisted living community, means being in a world still where she is self-sufficient.
The old brown purse that used to hold her driver's license, wallet, checkbook, debit card, and small address book, is now filled with an assortment of odd papers, but it doesn't matter. My mother never opens her purse anymore.
"Ou est mon sac?" She does not want to lose sight of her most precious belonging. And I understand.