My mom’s house is now completely cleaned out. The house is as bare as it was the day my parents moved in. This time, however, the excitement of the possibilities of an empty house was not there.
During the final check to make sure I didn’t forget anything that will be in the way of the plasterers, painters and carpet layers, I found, in the back corner of a cabinet in my parent’s bedroom, a plastic bag containing a note and some dried flowers. “2/18/46 Wedding bouquet”, is what the note said. The flowers are in pretty bad condition, but they obviously were of great importance to my mom because she brought them along on probably two dozen (dad was in the Marine Corps) moves.
Even though they were in very bad shape, I decided to save the flowers. As I mentioned I was going to save them, my wife gave me “the look”. When I told her what I was going to do, “the look” stopped and said she would like to go with me. Next Saturday, early in the morning when the breezes are calm, I’m going to the veteran’s cemetery and place those flowers on mom’s and dad’s grave markers.