Saturday, September 17, 2011

Day 24. Love.

It's been 2 years, 8 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days. I was a month shy of giving birth to Lillie. They had been married for 55 years. He gave her his wedding ring for safekeeping a year before Logan was born and hadn't seen it until tonight. Today was the first day he allowed me to disturb the dust collecting on (preserving) her things in their vanity room off their bedroom. I'm pretty sure I found $100 in change, and feeling her eyes on me, every last penny went into his change jar. I unearthed sections of wall where I had written my numbers 1-20 in an order only a 4 year old would be able to justify. I discovered makeup untouched by time, still heavy with her scent. It's been 2 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 4 days since my Mammaw passed away.

Lois to Ken 6-21-53


**Update**
 When some of my family members saw this post linked up on ye olde Facebook, I got a shocker of seeing my Grandparents in the little photo display on the side of the page. Without further ado, the young lovebirds:
 

3 comments:

  1. Crying... I miss her so much. I am so glad, though, that you are finally in the powder room and the bathroom is done! Thanks to you and the Pirate - yar!

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  2. Only a matter of time before his eye stops twitching when I ask to clean out the garage.

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  3. What an awesome picture! So sorry for the loss of your Mammaw.

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