We are home, the car mostly unloaded, things somewhat returned to their places. We have several loads of laundry to do, boxes of papers to sort through, Otto’s mother Marie’s china and crystal to wash and find space for in my china cupboard.
Marie and Anton’s wedding clock is hanging on the wall of my dinning room, and will stay there until I can get to the clock repair person. The clock is not keeping time, but I have a feeling it might only need winding. Whatever else it needs the face needs to be cleaned and a few pieces should be glued more tightly, and I’d rather have a professional attempt that.
I am about to crawl into the bathtub, and soak.
There are more things to do tomorrow, and work on Tuesday.
But we are home, and we understand now, in a different way, how very gone he really is.
(If you are the praying type, we have a semi offer on the house, pending the results of the home inspection, and some more discussion with Otto’s neighbours who are thinking about buying the house. It would be great to sell it so quickly. We’d appreciate if you would pray it would sell quickly, and without the need to actually put it on the market.)