LIVING LIFE

I just finished a project that was delayed for years. Many decisions needed to be made, and timing was an issue. The results are beautiful, and I knew that I would feel happy to have finally completed the most difficult part of remodeling a kitchen. What I didn’t expect to experience was old feelings of loss.

I could have easily blamed the strong paint smell, or the dust from sanding as the reason that my eyes were welling up and tears were threatening to run down my cheeks, but that was not the reason. Even though it didn’t make sense at that moment, I later realized that my tears were the result of old grief triggered by memories.

My late husband loved fixing things and made countless repairs/improvements, albeit in unconventional ways. He used an overabundance of wood glue and nails, not to mention multiple coats of industrial strength paint. My daughter and I still laugh about the events that took place in that kitchen.

Yesterday, was not just about the badly painted cabinet doors and lopsided drawers which were lying on the floor. It was about once again saying goodbye.

Thanks for the memories.

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