My mother's glasses.
Sunday, November 29th, 2015 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lethargic_manThe last time I saw my mother, I was struck by the fact she was wearing her glasses; this was something the countless deathbed scenes one sees on the small and silver screens had not prepared me for, as they never show people dying wearing their glasses. But of course, just because you've taken to your bed for the last time doesn't mean you would want to see the world as a blur.
After my mother died, I intercepted two pairs of her glasses on the way to the bin, and, ahem, put them in a cupboard and forgot about them for almost two years. But I've finally donated them to charity today; my opticians will now send them off to be reused in developing countries.
My mother wanted her corneas to be donated after her death; for a variety of reasons (including corneal abrasions) that was not possible; this strikes me as the next best thing.
After my mother died, I intercepted two pairs of her glasses on the way to the bin, and, ahem, put them in a cupboard and forgot about them for almost two years. But I've finally donated them to charity today; my opticians will now send them off to be reused in developing countries.
My mother wanted her corneas to be donated after her death; for a variety of reasons (including corneal abrasions) that was not possible; this strikes me as the next best thing.
