Like all things of value, plans can be misplaced, especially when they’re set aside for what one may consider a good reason at the time.
I awoke Friday morning fully planning to deal with some items that are sitting around the bedroom, unused and abandoned, not on purpose, but by action of a divine hand.
About two months ago, I threatened to have the “American Pickers” come over and go through the sheds, clearing out clutter while spending money. I finally determined that Alamosa isn’t picturesque enough for them to visit. That stuff is sitting, as are the items in the bedroom, awaiting the kind hand that placed it, but which will never return to put it away.
All the items have value and some relatives want a select few, but the decisions and their disposition have fallen upon my shoulders.
I walk around with a death certificate in my purse, settling business left undone.
People are sympathetic, but they know, as do I, that putting away someone’s lifetime isn’t easy.
Everything has value. Some of the clothing, I will give to relatives who will treasure it; other items will go to people in need; and others will be thrown away due to age and wear.
I open a drawer and see a plastic bag full of wristwatches, each disabled due to a dead battery, and each with a story to tell. One by one, we were replacing the batteries, so some run and some don’t.
Each has value.
The box containing a necktie worn once to a special wedding also holds a special corsage of artificial flowers. Parents of the groom, back when our life together was also new. The memories of 22 years together and seven in our own place fill the room. Tears fall.
I can hear the laughter that came with the special day. He was in a suit and I in a formal.
Another box contains memorial folders from funerals of family members and dear friends. I add another folder and remember another day, another time.
Dealing with all the items was always a plan in the back of our minds, but there was always something more exciting to do, someplace to go, a fish to catch, a friend to visit, a memory to be made.
The goals will be fulfilled and memories will be tucked away, along with plans that didn’t quite become reality.
God wants this to make me a better person, and it will.