I’ve been thinking a lot about my sister Teresa the last week. The last couple of weeks. Heck, the last — almost 5 months now, since she passed so suddenly. I had gone to the post office twice today. I hadn’t been to the post office at all this week. I’ve been in a funk and I haven’t left the house. What can I say? I’m not really depressed, but I would much rather watch movies or work on sudoku puzzles right now than just about anything else on earth. OK, I’ll leave the puzzles and movies to see my momma, son, grandkids and my best friends and maybe some members of my extended family, but not just anyone.
So, I go to the post office to get the mail and with the main objective of mailing my nephew S’s birthday card. It just happens to be S’s birthday — today! Which means the card is already late. “S” is Teresa’s youngest son. And I have a heck of a time remembering his birthday during a good year. This is not a good year.
So, I get home from the post office and I go in the house, look in my purse and there is S’s birthday card! Damn! So, I grab up some of the postcards I’d had made to show the post office clerk and I head back to the post office. When I get there, I mail S’s birthday card before anything else. Then I chat with Debbie about moo.com’s postcards and show her the one of my son and grandkids. Then I show her as many as I can, until another customer comes in. Debbie loves postcards! Then I head home.
As I get home, for the second time, after finally mailing S’s birthday card — I find another heart shaped rock. This time in the walkway to the house.
I didn’t put all that together at the time. It wasn’t until I was sitting here writing this that I did that. I did think that Teresa was the guide to it though, from the beginning.
Although, after my oldest granddaughter called tonight, I’m not so sure. It may have been her mother M. She died 12 days before Teresa. My oldest granddaughter is having a very hard time with her mother’s death. It has only been 5 months, but she seems so much worse now than earlier. I’m very concerned about her. I told her about finding the rock and how it was possible that her momma’s spirit had helped me find it for her. That I’m going to give it to her when I get to see her this weekend and I want her to hold it when she’s thinking of her momma. Dear Lord, I hope it helps. I hope I can help her. If Teresa is the one who really helped me find it. I know she’ll be OK with this. She was heartsick over these kids losing their mom. They are all younger than her kids. It’s a crappy situation for all six of these kids from these two families. Period.