What happens when a childless woman dies?

What do you do with the old baby photos of you, once you’re gone?

What am I supposed to do with my first pair of dress booties that are in a box in the attic?

What about the children’s books and blankets that I always thought would some day become my child’s?

Who will go through our belongings once we’re gone?

Who will want little pictures of us and tokens of our great love?

There are things you hope to pass down to your child(ren).

My sisters or their children won’t have the same feeling of seeing parts of my life as my child would.

What about all of those things you save, certain your child will cherish them?

I remember looking at my mom’s old school-aged pictures and drawings and being so enamored with the fact that she was once my age.

I may never know what that feels like.

When I’m gone, my childhood memories will die with me. My baby blanket that I loved so dearly will be put in a box and donated, or worse yet, thrown away because it’s in such rough shape.

My first Easter dress will never be worn by my child. My first toys will remain locked away.

What happens when a childless woman dies? When there’s no wide-eyed child fawning over things that used to belong to their mother.

Where does it all go?