Memories in a mirror

When our parents made aliyah (moved to Israel) over 20 years ago, my sister and I split up a lot of their furniture. I guess I've gotten used to seeing our parents' old dresser and our maternal grandparents' old dresser in our own apartment after all these years. But seeing Mom's old vanity in my sister's apartment yesterday really brought back memories of the days when it was laden with lipsticks, bottles of perfume, and other cosmetic items that Mom used when company was coming, when there was a simcha (joyous occasion) to attend, or for a night out with Dad.

Even though I'm saying Kaddish Yatom/Mourner's Kaddish for Mom every day, it's still hard for me to believe that she's really gone.