Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A Harrowing Day

Dear John,

I got the spider.  It was in the tub tonight so I smushed it with my shoe. I'm such a big girl!

Oh, and do you remember that blue dryer ball that disappeared last fall? It's accounted for. Today I got out the summer sheets, and there was the dryer ball in a pocket of the fitted sheet. It's been folded up in there all winter. So that mystery is solved.

Spider and dryer ball aside, it was a harrowing day. I packed up all of your clothes, and it was so much harder than I had expected. Every little thing has memories connected with it. The oddest things hurt the most to let go - your winter boots, your socks, even the hat you got at the Cleveland Zoo when the rain started. Your polo shirts would have been the worst, but Jen wants to wear them so they get to stay. And your Nikes will stay, too. Jethro got hysterical when I went to pack them up - the only way to calm the dog down was to put them back in the closet. I can't imagine how good they smell to him. Seeing them there makes me feel better, too.

Tonight my back and my heart ache. Motrin will take care of the first one. There seems to be no cure for the second, just to say I love you so, so much.
Joan.

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