And So It Goes

The days run together, we adjust and re-arrange, moving this thing here and another thing there, but always coming back full circle to what is bothering us most, the loss of Joe.

I think the hardest part of a loss is sifting through their belongings. In Joe's case many of the possessions are from his childhood and adolescent years, most certainly there are not collections from his adulthood. But still they were his, and meant so much to him over the years. As much as we want to keep everything we are faced with the daunting task of what to hold on to and what to let go. And as we go through his clothes, his gifts from graduation, his notes from every class he attended and his books, oh yes his precious books with notes written in the margins of the pages and important quotes underlined, forces us to discuss every item in low quiet voices. Then we find something hidden in a box and a story may start with the clay turtle he made in sixth grade which then progresses to the pottery class he took at McCallie.

It becomes a time of laughter and tears and the joy of remembrance. A continuing celebration of Joe with us being on the exclusive invite list.