As you know, my Sister, Paula, passed last November. The day after that, my Dad and I went to the nursing home to collect her things. For some reason, I took her wheelchair home with me. I spent the better part of last year trying to declutter my house and here I was adding to it. So there it sat in my garage for months. I saw it every single day and I think it wore on me.
Between now and then, I've written tons of posts and I've tried to keep them upbeat. And regardless of how funny I thought my posts were or how many (!!!!!!) I added at the end of each sentence, someone always commented something like, "I can tell that you're still sad". Sorry for assuming that you all just skimmed though my posts. I guess I can't fool you.
Yeah, dealing with our lives in general and then being reminded of her absence on a daily basis every time I hit the garage was playing head games with me. Therefore, that baby had to go! I posted it on Craigslist for sale. No takers. Then, I made it Free to anyone who could prove that they actually needed it. And I was going to be a total prick about it too. If I didn't see someone dragging their ass down my driveway, they weren't getting it. Still, no takers. So I called my Sister's nursing home and they were more than happy to have it donated to them.
Seriously, it felt so good to find a new home for that chair and especially to a place that I knew could use it.
I suppose that there will always be a general sadness about me. But I'm so tired of thinking about the Dead. The Living keep me busy enough.
Your "old" Friend, m.