he’s bringing some Jack in the Box tacos home for lunch. The phone rings.
It’s the woman who bought my mom’s place. I haven’t heard from her since we signed papers. What, last August? September? Anyway, it’s been a while.
She says that they’ve been talking about having the rest of the windows done and who better to do it than the guy who installed the most recent ones? Yep, you’ve got it, Brian.
We exchanged some small talk and I told her “you know, my mom passed away a year ago today”.
Coincidence?
We’re back.
Oh, my God. We walked in the back door and it was just like mom was still there. They’ve painted some of the walls, a really nice mint green, very soothing, very, very nice. The same mirror is on that same wall.
The dining room has the same dining room set, the living room has the same living room set, the same paintings hang in the same places on the wall. The same television is in the same place in the living room.
There’s the same carpeting throughout. But it’s been professionally cleaned a couple of times. And it looks really, really good.
The same futon is in the family room. The only thing that was gone was the master bed and the two end tables that went with it. It’s now at the owner’s son’s home.
I was just amazed and pleased that the things that gave my mother so much pleasure are giving this wonderful family the same feelings.
We went into the backyard and they’ve done a lot of work there, cut back a lot of the overgrowth and it’s open and airy and relaxing. My mom would have loved it. That yard was her baby. Norma said she goes out there in the morning and will sit down and look around and look up and said “thanks, Vi”. She says she thanks mom every day.
This was a good thing for me. To see my mom’s house on the first anniversary of her death and to see how it’s just so much the same.
I miss you, mom.
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