When she left that warm November day, I know that she did not know that it would be the last time that she looked around, smiled at the photos on the mantle, checked to make sure that she had everything that she would need for a short stay as she felt the door handle for the last time ever.
Now there are things. Things left behind. Things that meant something. Things that are a reminder of something. Things that she loved. Things that she enjoyed. Things that made her smile and laugh. Things that brought tears to her eyes. Things that she watched with tender loving care. Things that she made. Things that she envisioned. Things that are things for just the sheer pleasure of being things.
These things are just things. But, they allow us to “touch” those that we miss whenever we want to or when we need to. Things that we can touch. Those things are tactile and important and an integral part of who we were, who we are and who we are going to be.
I have learned to drink my coffee without cream; black…2 sweet ‘n low packets and that’s it. Di would be proud since she always made fun of me and my foo foo coffee creamers…
Love, Peace, Hugs Always and Forever,
Cat
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