altar

so, i am working on my momma's altar for dia de los muertos down at bare hands. trying to remember all the things i want to put on said altar that is most descriptive of my mom and i am drawing a blank. grief is still fresh and i am dealing with it but it is hard. i have become really forgetful, more so than i ever was which was a lot. i just want to call her and say "hey' and shoot the shit... her white turban that she wore while she was bald lays on the altar, it still smells like her... i will never wash it.