Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Story of Pictures

Today Rob and Jess celebrate their third wedding anniversary. I am not 100% positive about this, but I think that her trip to New Jersey in early June three years ago might have been her final trip back to the State of Concrete Gardens.  Whether it was or not, it was one hell of a good trip for Mom. In addition to Rob's rehearsal dinner and wedding. Mom came north to celebrate Julia's high school graduation with Jill and Joe.  Mom present and bearing witness to milestone events in the lives of her grandchildren.  Of course she was.  Her being there was not only important to her grandchildren, and by extension her children, it was important to her.  An elixir that soothed everyone's soul. 

Yesterday was spent beginning the process of cleaning up Mom's apartment and making arrangements. Kara, Jill, and I are walking steps that countless people have walked before us and that countless others shall one day walk. No new ground is being walked. We are keenly aware of that fact.

We spent most of Monday looking at old photographs and other items that one part or another of Mom's six-headed adult offspring Monster gifted to her over the years.  We smiled. We laughed. We cried. A pretty full day.  Jammed with the type of relentless, forward-moving activity designed to make those engaging in it forget why they were here and the sad reason underlying the activity. 

Worry not. We did not forget. Nor shall we. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever. 


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