If you’ve been with me any day before today, you know one of my favorite bag brands is Fossil. Yes, I love rocks and bags, and Fossil ties those loves together. There’s another reason I love Fossil bags – her name is Joy.
You might recollect me talking about Joy in past posts. She was my neighbor, aunt, confidant, mentor, teacher, and most of all, dear friend. She took care of me when I was young and treated me like a peer once I grew into adulthood. We loved to sit at her house and talk. She was a stay-at-home mom who worked harder than anyone I knew. She loved to shop from catalogs – we would sit and read them together, or she’d show me what she was going to order to see what I thought.
We also loved to go shopping together – mostly thrift shopping and to TJ Maxx. Notice a trend? Joy and her family had one car for several years, so I’d pick her up, and we’d go out for the day. She always treated me to lunch. Joy taught me so many things – how to eat healthy, exercise, and, most of all, that I need to create a corner in the world for myself.
When she died, I was beyond devastated. She left her husband and three sons, so when they were ready, I went over and cleaned out all of her closets. Several other family and friends had been through her purses, which was selfishly tough for me. I would have liked to have a couple of bags we’d bought on our adventure or that I’d given her. Just like her, they were gone.
Several bags remained, including this Fossil shoulder bag. I never paid attention to how many of the brands of bags she had were ones that I also liked. Even though this bag is smaller than the ones I would usually carry, and I almost gave it away during Lent, I kept it. I really do believe that you don’t need material things to remember a person. But the three bags I kept still smell like her. One of them still had tissues, mints, throat drops, and an emory board. Rest on, my dear friend. Rest on.