Placement of Things

Its funny the placement of things…The last place where you put your earnings, the last book you were reading.  The every day things that seem so insignificant at the time are so important now.  The last piece of time, the last thoughts, the last reads, the last of a normal day.  The last placements of the tooth brush, brush, blush brush… the small stuff the placement of glasses on the night stand, the clean laundry in the baskets, the guilt of not getting it put away.  The disorganization of the papers, the books not on shelves, the pictures not in frames.  The seemingly impossible tasks that seem so easy to do but neglected because of more important tasks.

Laying in bed hearing the baby coo and giggle, the kiddos laughing and screaming and running through the house…the putter-patter of foot steps, doggy snores and cry’s… all everyday seemingly insignificant yet…Super profound.

The glitter on the table that will not go away.  the sock basket…I should just through them all away…all the placements of things everyday, the normal.

I miss her everyday.  I cannot talk to her and I think that bothers me most.  I wish I could see things the way she last laid them,  the way they all were.  I try to capture last images in my mind of her bedside, her sink, her her belongings, her kitchen sink.  Her books…

The sky is more colorful these days with her painting it everyday…but my light, my souls light, is dimmer without her here.  So those seemingly insignificant things are significant.  They tell the story of our lives in way that we don’t understand.  Those seemingly insignificant things are the things we need to hold on too the longest…