Among the most emotion-provoking items in our closets are the things that represent or belonged to people who have passed. We cling to articles of clothing that they wore, gifts that they gave us, remnants of moments that we shared. We tuck these things away deep in our closets- just as these loved ones are tucked deep in our hearts- and we carry them with us as seasons of life change because we don’t want to completely lose evidence of the love we experienced.
These things that we cling to are pieces of a story. A story about a person who once lived and loved and was part of our lives. And, a story about how our hearts were once different because that person was alive.
The stories are everything. Closet of My Mind embarked on a great journey last year to unearth the stories that are hidden in our closets and minds. In 2016, we want to go deeper. We want to know more. We want to help you share those stories- those Histories (His/God’s stories) that make your journey uniquely yours.
The stories we want to explore first are triggered by those things we hold on to which represent people who have passed. Let’s honor those people and those places in your heart (and closet) by answering questions that help piece together the story.
As we wait to hear from you, here’s a story on this topic from our editor Briana:
“My closets and drawers are full of clutter. I believe that’s what they’re for! The house looks tidy, but everything behind the doors is a mess. Every now and then, I try to organize. I was recently straightening the handbag shelf in my closet (which meant going through every purse that was never fully emptied before moving on to the next purse) when I stumbled across a house key that brought me to tears.
The key belonged to my Mom. I gave it to her when my parents moved in with me so my Mom could seek treatment for her stage four pancreatic cancer. My Mom had always been forgetful. We learned as tiny kids that we needed to take note of where she parked the car if we had hope of ever finding it again. Knowing this about my Mom, I selected a colorful key for her so she would never confuse it with the other keys. The key also had a cross. It was my hope that God would always be inside the door of my home, helping us with the very hard journey of marching down to the end of Mom’s life.
During Mom’s final weeks, she didn’t need the key anymore. She spent more time in the hospital than out of it. And, she and Dad decided to move their things from their home in Idaho into an apartment not far from my home in Vegas so he wouldn’t have to do all of that after my Mom passed. Their place was a bit of a refuge for them. A home where this couple of 45 years held one another and fought together and prayed for a different reality.
I remember when Mom returned the key to me. I don’t know why, but I felt hurt by all the things that represented. The key went into my purse, which went into my closet when I traded out the bag for another. Months later, after my Mom went on to Heaven, I found the key and thought of throwing it away (I’m in a different house with different locks now). Truthfully, I haven’t held on to much of my Mom’s things. I know she’s not in them. But, I’ve kept the key. It’s now in a bowl in my bathroom and I see it every day.
Every time I see the key, I wince a bit from heartache. It’s only been 16 months since Mom passed. I remember her last breath like it was yesterday. But, it isn’t the painful reminder that keeps me holding on to this thing- this tiny piece of metal that Mom used to hold in her frail hands. What keeps me clinging to the key is the hope that my Mom and I will once again share a home someday. When we are healed and whole and made perfect in Jesus’ love. I pray we will have a key that leads to a door where we live with Jesus. And, that’s where we’ll be forevermore.
Over the coming months, more of Mom’s things will go. A few blouses. Some Tupperware (the woman was never without leftovers, even at the end of her days). I might even let go of that last pair of shoes she bought, but never wore.
The key, though, will stay with me. It’s the key to our hearts and my eternal hope. That, I’ll never let go.”
Now, it’s your turn to share. Answer the questions that will help us piece together this story that is such an important part of you and the person that you miss.

