Autumn sped through Alabama like a NASCAR driver at Talladega. After a couple of days of beautiful Indian Summer weather, winter is now here--cold, cloudy, and damp. I’m grateful that one of those bright days was last Sunday when we laid my sister Joanne to rest. It still feels very unreal that she could be gone. Someone who has been in your life for your entire life should continue in it for the rest of your life--at least that’s how it feels. My mind said goodbye, but I’m not sure my heart has yet.
Yesterday sister Ramey and I began the task of packing up Joanne’s house. We got about half a dozen large garbage bags filled with thrift store donations and another few bags of things to take home and think about. But we barely scratched the surface. And although there was no lifting and not much toting, I did a number on my back. Could barely walk when I got home. This morning, it’s better but still painful. I think we’ll have to postpone more work until after the weekend.
I’m itching to get back to the sewing room. I have some Christmas deadlines that I truly don’t want to miss. Maybe after a hefty dose of Ibuprofen, I can get a little done today. To do so, however, I’ll have to ignore the laundry that is piling up.
Thank you all for your kind thoughts and notes of condolence. You have been a true comfort.
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On 11/15/2019, Barbara Anne said ...
Others have been through such sad losses that I imagine the mantra "One Day at a Time" came from such sorrow.
It's wise of you and Ramey to take your time dealing with all that's in Joanne's home. Might the nieces help out> I remember when Rob's grandmother died, AMIL was so distresses that her sisters did not wait for her to arrive for the funeral but had already divided up her possession and tossed other things without her having a say at all.
Autumn has blazed through our area, too, and it seems we're nearly on to winter already.
Gig hugs!
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