Mortality +6

The house stands half-empty. The majority of Marilyn’s belongings have been bequeathed to those she wished. The remaining fragments of her life are in various places around the house. Some photos have been moved due to change in significance. The deck is finally cleared and will be cleaned soon. Marilyn literally took over the back porch and it was her gardening workroom. It will return to its original purpose, gathering place. Her plants will grow on, but I’ll have to press myself into service as a novice gardener and enlist aid. Her dear friends Sue Hackett and Kate Beier did literal yeoman’s work trimming roses, hauling out a truckload of razor-thorned rose canes, weeds and accumulated crap. The front yard is shipshape but not yet Bristol-fashion. Knowing Sue and Kate, it soon will be.

The garage is slowly clearing out. Several (but not all) of Marilyn’s array of appliances have been taken to new kitchens and her energy will imbue the food they make. I hope the diners on said food are ready for a thrill, her energy was infectious.

The transfer of financial duties continues slowly. Her skill in that area rivaled mine in the computer sciences. It took only the merest flip of switch to change over the various systems she had set up.

My greatest fears are being allayed.

All.Because.She.Planned.SO.Carefully.

Fare thee well O Wife, surely you’re marshalling angels and ordering up sunsets. No wonder the last few have been so lovely.