Fortunes Lost and Found

Dearest Rachel –

Mornings are the worst these days. In the stillness, as I pick my way through the house, I never know what I’ll find that will set me off.

Oh, but first, you ought to know that Chompers did really well last night. Got to bed around 11, and didn’t wake up until 7, after I had been up for an hour. Granted, I didn’t dare shower, but still, tiny victories.

Once he had gotten outside to do his thing, and brought in for his food and medications, I spent some time putting away some white laundry I’d done a day or two before (yeah, I’m gonna have to relearn how to deal with that going forward. Sure, the folks have made it clear they want to help with all that, but I shouldn’t burden them with too much when the machines we have are perfectly serviceable – and I need to get into the habit, and teach Daniel how to do this for himself as well). I noticed a couple of little rolled-up papers by the vanity:

At first, I thought I had left behind a couple of Chompers’ pills or something.

But then, I realized these were a couple of fortunes you had saved from some after-dinner cookies from one of a number of local Chinese places from which we would occasionally take out. We saved a number of those fortunes over the past few years, in particular. Because it was almost fun, seeing the predictions of a new job, world travel or what have you, and know that we really were on the verge of all that as we worked through your parents’ affairs. I was able to retire early, and spend more time at home (although I had set up a studio office at the folks’ place, both to concentrate on learning videography skills and to keep an eye on them, given Dad’s recent illnesses and continued issues with swallowing and eating). We had planned – and taken – a few trips, although a number of them had to be cancelled due to the raging pandemic; we were looking forward to getting our Covid passports, if need be, and getting back out there.

But these fortunes…

I don’t know how long ago we got these, but the one about a ‘wonderful new home…’

In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.

John 14:2, English Standard Version

…and now, my dearest wish is that some day, you will be able to show me around your wonderful new home.

Published by randy@letters-to-rachel.memorial

I am Rachel's husband. Was. I'm still trying to deal with it. I probably always will be.

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