After Ricki died, her brother "Y"
received her room. (Before that, as the only daughter at home, she had a room
to herself.) He was grateful for his privacy, if not for the reasons that led
to it. However, last year as Passover came close, Y and I agreed that HE would
clean his room for Passover.
This year, Y has also fled the nest, and
since the room is largely unused, I decided to clean it early. Why wait until I
am busy with more pressing pre-Passover chores. So for the first time since
Ricki died, I cleaned her room for Passover……
What can I say? It was boring as can be. No
writing on the walls, no mounds of trash under her bed…..
As I moved the bed and found one solitary
shirt label there, I truly and sorely missed the missing trash (well, at least
the "lady" who would have thrown it there…….) .
1 comment:
I love what you did to the blog. You've renovated that, too.
It must be so strange to suddenly find something that was Ricki's.
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