This House of Memories

Dear John,

 

I'm getting ready to leave for Springfield in the morning. Your mother's visitation is tomorrow afternoon, graveside service Saturday morning. Jen is coming, and Chris and Heather are on their way from New Orleans. I don't know about the rest of the family.

 

And tonight I realized what a convergence of days we're having. Tomorrow will be Friday the 13th, like the day you died, twenty-six months ago. And your mother will be buried on your father's birthday. I think she would like that.

 

All of these dates are getting me down. Things are a bit sad right now - my whole life feels like a house of memories. So many people are gone now. It's the way of life, but there's a sense of autumn to my life today. But in my mind, I will sleep with you tonight.

 

Love you with all my heart,

Joan.