Three months and nine days have passed by like a vapor. I only cry in unexpected moments now. I still almost call her, which maybe she would like to know since she said I never call her. But I did.
The house has sold and is moving through the closing process. I went to get a few plants and a chair from her house last Friday and decided I don’t want to go back again. She’s not there. When I come in the door my hands are empty. Before they were full of groceries or errands and I always had to pee after driving down to see her. And all the time I’m in the bathroom she’d be chatting away. And then first thing – “fix my hair” would be her first request. But not this time. No TV blaring. No chatter. No hairbrush and VO5. Just silent echoes.
I dropped off one of her yard ornaments for a lady who had done some yard work last summer. She had also sat with my mom and did her dishes when I was out of town and needed someone to be there with her broken arm. This lady I’ve never met asked for a memento so I gave her a rooster. She put it in her “Momorial” garden – the place she made to honor her mom and now mine. That blesses my heart immensely. Praise God.
Praise God for a buyer. Praise God I know she’s not hurting anymore. Praise God for giving me a mom who loved me so much. And that makes me cry.
©Belindabotzong2019
Great post! Very touching! My heart goes out to you!
It’s so hard to lose someone. And it’s neat to see how they affected the neighbors. When my grandpa died the neighbor guy had a teardrop tattooed on his eye because he loved my grandpa that much. We were very touched.
So sorry for your loss. She sounds like a special woman. Sending you peace and comfort.
I’m sure you miss her desperately, I hope writing helps you through the process. How touching to have someone ask for a momento.