Going through a loved one’s belongings after they die is a gut-wrenching task. It has been for me, anyway, which is why I’m still chipping away at it 2+ years later.
The good news is I’m down to a couple of boxes of plumbing parts worth selling (does anyone need a Grohe rainfall shower head?), a pair of $400 dress shoes worn once (what can I say … my brother Skip dubbed Bill “the Armani plumber” for good reason) and several dozen books (bought before Bill became, I’m sure, one of Amazon Kindle’s best customers).
But sometimes there are hidden treasures to be found that make the pain abate for a while. Such was the bookmark I came across from our fun, week-long trip to Jackson, WY, with our friends Janine, George, John and Robin just before 9/11 happened.
I’m sure I’d seen it before, but I have to admit I don’t remember. If I did, I hope I was grateful and, more importantly, expressed it. I certainly am now, as this simple little slip of paper has brought me immeasurable joy. The moral of the story? If you are half of a couple or someday will be, please know the immense power in small, loving gestures. The impact can last a lifetime … and beyond.