Do you remember how I used to say "When you are gone I'm putting this house on the market ASAP"? Well, that ain't going to happen! You are still living here with me. In my memories. There is so much of you in this place we called our home for 26 years. The grass you planted out back...we called it Richard's little piece of heaven. It was the one patch that had to be mowed with the bag on the mower. The one patch that routinely was watered, fertilized, and over-seeded when needed. How Could I leave that behind?
Also, our hand prints, with our thumbs touching, in the cement you poured under my potting bench. Silly at the time. But precious to me now. How can I move away from that?
The bedroom we slept in together. Your office we made together and then transformed into Darian's bedroom. The puzzle room where you sat for hours and hours putting puzzles together. So many memories. The kitchen where you cooked and where, together, we updated to the present day kitchen. The dining room where you spent your last weeks, sitting at the table wrapped in a blanket, drinking coffee with Chuck and me. Talking about getting into the garden. Talking about the chores you needed to do. We knew you weren't going to do any of that. But we listened to you and smiled.
No, for now, I am not going to move!