Sometimes it's the little things that move you to tears, or perhaps that those little things represent something much bigger in this ever evolving thing called life. After a close family member falling ill, I was put in the sole unexpected position of selling a home, holding an estate sale, moving, and working full time, all over the course of about 2 months. The estate sale was orchestrated, including several week of full time preparation beforehand, by a group of amazingly patient, sweet, genuine, & understanding women, especially as I and my 2 furry boys were still living in the home.
For those of you who've never had an estate sale...it can be extraordinarily emotional, particularly if the items being sold are connected to you...much of everything there (including the home) had been in my family for decades. It's like losing pieces of your past. But change is imminent for all of us. Thousands of items moved out of my life, my history, and became part of someone else's.
And then...there was the Beluga whale...a hideous clay sculpture I made in High School. Of course it didn't sell lol, not even for $3, but I didn't have the heart to throw it away. After the estate sale ended, Jill (one of the amazing crew at Carol Bishop Estate Sale Services) told me she wanted to buy the whale. I laughed and said absolutely not, im not taking your $3. We all chit chatted for awhile, laughed, we hugged, and the went on their way. The next morning I went into the kitchen and there was $3 with a note taped atop the coffee maker. My eyes welled with tears as I read the note:"It was a whale of a time." Jill had purchased the whale, and later sent me a photo of it on a shelf at her home. In the deep sadness surrounding those months, I cried extensively and frequently, sometimes exhaustively, but that was the 1st time tears were shed in gratitude, for a simple act of kindness.