The Pot Handle

But letting go of that pot meant letting go of another piece of my mother.

When my mother died 14 years ago, I knew that pot of hers would be one I’d be using all the time. The perfect size for our now two-person family, it was neither too small if we had a few guests nor too big for just us. And I know my mother bought it so long ago for the same reasons. Once it was just her and my father, she didn’t need to pull out the many large pots she used when the whole family was in attendance.