How Will I Get Ready??

How can a person whose dining room table looks like this, covered since the first week in April with every document our Uncle Ed ever saved….

…..ever possibly come to look like this in 48 short hours?

From here I just don’t know.

I wrote about Uncle Ed here just a day or two ago. Now it is time to do the hard work of putting these things aside – and the harder work of having our first holiday without him.

It reminds me of that wonderful Emily Dickinson poem , written as I always have supposed, the morning after her mother’s death:

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, –

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.

It is time though. Time to get out the good plates and press forward… Now where did I put my grandmother’s good tablecloth again?

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3 thoughts on “How Will I Get Ready??

  1. I’m glad you shared the letter Uncle Ed wrote, Terry. I didn’t like him until I read it. He seemed to need and get a lot of your time and energy. But from his words he seems to be a sensitive and grateful man. But now I’m mad at him again – for not getting his papers in order. That project should have been his, not yours.

    1. oh he was meticulous with his papers! There were notes and notes saying Look here, call there to track down his insurance policies and such. Truly We are the laggards. It’s hard going through a person’s whole life. His 8th grade diploma! His baptismal certificate all hand calligraphed with 1920s artwork! It tugs at the heart, all of it …

      1. So Uncle Ed tried to unburden the organizer of his papers as much as he possibly could – without pitching it all. In the end, our written words are all that’s left ,besides memories, for those who love us. He gave them to you.

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