Grama never let her purse out of her sight. She also never left the house. She always kept her purse next to her in her lap. Whenever I would visit, she would want to come into the family room from the living room where she always sat tormenting dad. As we would adjust her from her wheel chair to the couch she would worry where her purse was. “It is right here grama.”
After she died, I asked mom what was in her purse. She said money. She was always concerned with money even though she never went anywhere to use it. I guess it was something she could control in a life that was slipping away.
When she stopped eating towards the end, she handed mom her money for her to hold onto. Then of course forgot about that and proclaimed that someone stole her money.
All that was now left in her purse was paper towel and Kleenex.
When she was fidgeting what she was doing was shredding that paper towel and kleenex into little bitty pieces.
By the time she died, her purse was completely empty.
The end.