In my last post I talked about Alka Seltzer. How Kim hated it but stocked it just for me. Thus having indigestion became an emotional trigger for me.

I have some things to add to the list:

1. Toothpicks – Cleaning out her purse I got to the bottom and found dozens upon dozens of toothpicks. The cellophane wrapped kind. She had dentures, no possible need for a toothpick. Ever. They were there for me. I was always looking for a toothpick. She had them. I cried.
2. Dishes in the sink – I had a dishwasher full of clean dishes that needed to be put up and a sink full of rinsed, but unwashed dishes ready to take their place. But I couldn’t do it. For three weeks I just looked at them but couldn’t do it. Why you ask? Her stuff was in there. The skillet from the last scrambled egg I made her along with the bowl I scrambled the egg in and the spatula I used. Monday, August 7th. The Yeti that she drank tea out of when she could still drink from a straw and that I used to fill the syringe at the end so I could squirt it into her mouth for her. Tuesday August 8th. You get the drift. I cried.
3. Her maroon & white chevron bottle koozie that she never left home without and the red one that I bought on the one day she did leave home without it. It says “The words you are looking for are YES DEAR” on it. Cried some more.
4. Facebook – “You have memories today with…..” Of course I do. Every day. For 29 years. From long before Facebook. Reading back through her timeline, back to when things were different. 8 months