Yesterday was a day full of you. Dave and I moved everything around in our new apartment to hang up things that remind me of what is most important. I hung the Dick and Jane page I got you and my note is still attached to the back like you left it. I hung your wind chimes outside on our porch and must have stayed out there for an hour until my feet were wet and I was cold.
Around mid-day, I drove over to Aaron Brothers to see if I could fit your style with mine as I found a new frame for the painting you wanted me to have. I told you long ago that the frame was not my taste, and you said, "I don't even know if it is my taste really." I love that. You didn't know, but you liked the painting. I think you would love the new custom frame I got it. Dave and I spent hours try to decided what I would like, and what you would like. It was important to me to find something that I think we could both appreciate. I decided on a cherry wood. It is a plain frame with and distinct ledge rather than bevelled. I hope you like it. The color of the wood brings out the lighter tones in the branches and the magnolias. Maybe you could give me some sort of sign to let me know you like it.
When we got home, I puttered around the house making dinner, fixing stuff, and putting away items that so needed a home in this new place. I pulled out your box, that's what I call the box of things you gave me full of pictures, memories and items that remind me of how much I love you. I have tried to display as many things as I can, but some things I just don't think you would appreciate the neighbors seeing, ie your wedding night "something blue." I keep it safe and think of how happy you were on your wedding night and how much you and Grandpa loved each other. In my mind, it is the most perfect of days.
I miss you so much it hurts sometimes. Please be watching me and be with me as I make my way through another challenge, unemployment. I love you and make sure I have days where all I do is think about you. I love those days.
Love,
Tay
2 comments:
Oh Taylor... that's really beautiful. I hope you get a sign.
I just love that you wrote to Grammy...also just thought you should know, while I was reading your letter and crying...my wind chimes have been dancing and singing. She loved your letter!
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