thoughts from a freckle-faced pisces
Many years ago I started going to estate sales. At first I thought it was kind of creepy to be scavenging a dead person’s stuff, but I acquired many things I loved and changed my mind to thinking that I’d rather have somebody enjoy my good taste after I’m gone than to see useful things … Read more
On a Saturday night two months after Mark died, as I sat in our once lively house that was now deathly quiet and lonely, I thought that if I spent one more minute in it I might be tempted to set it on fire. It wasn’t the craziest thought I had except for the fact … Read more
When news of Mark’s death traveled beyond our house, the kids and I were immediately blanketed in such tender love and help, from phone calls and visits to express tearful condolences, a steady stream of plant and flower deliveries, and all the food we could ever need for weeks. Three days after Mark’s death the … Read more
Walking into the house after finding out that Mark had died, the first thing I noticed was his sandals under the buffet in the dining room. I found them in a hiking store in Maine and encouraged Mark to at least try them on even when he kept insisting he didn’t need them. He loved … Read more