Yesterday I did some mass purging.
I went through the mess I created throughout the winter.
This was no metaphorical clutter, in fact this clutter was all too physical.
As I sorted through old mail I threw into random drawers littered throughout my apartment, scraps of paper with random dialects and excess of those things that brought me comfort during that deep freeze.
I was moving.
Yes determined to clear that obstruction I so loathed.
Scattered among the brimming from the edges drawers was an old favorite notebook we made our “Sunday Plan Book”.
……..Thank you for helping me grow up. I miss you.
Ok back to where I was…..
I flipped through the pages of your handwriting.
Thank you.
When everything felt so overwhelming you always had a way to bring me back.
I don’t think I ever said how much those mundane chore days meant to me.
I miss you.
I love you.
You were so appreciated.
Happy birthday from all three of us 💗
The Optimistic Widow 