Memories and Stories
This is an original post from my my old forum
So many times we take the little things in life for granted.
Gretchen always took care of so many things, big things and little ones. She took pleasure in making other's lives easier and happier.
Like setting the coffee pot up before we went to bed, I only now realize what a joy it was just to wake up and turn the thing on in the morning… I know I thanked her sometimes, but I wonder if I ever thanked her enough. Thank you my sweet.
She always made sure I had a box a BC's, rolaids, Mt Dew and cigarettes. Little things to some, but I guess she had a mission to make sure I never ran out. I had to go in her pocketbook a while back, and she even had a backup pack of smokes, a pack of bc's and a roll of rolaids all set and at the ready.. I know I thanked her sometimes, but I wonder if I ever thanked her enough. Thank you my love.
There was an occassion a couple of weeks before she passed, when I had come in from a long day and went looking for a Mt Dew. We were out, no big deal, there was pepsi, tea , water etc. She was so upset that she had forgotten to check on the Mt dews. It was no big deal to me really, anything wet would have been fine for me. And I told her so. So I grabbed a pepsi, went on in the living room to check the mail, email etc. while I thought she was watching TV in the other room. About 10-15 minutes later here she comes with a bag fom the local store,two 6 packs of MT Dew.. bless that girl's heart. She wasn't feeling well and even though I told her any drink would do, she had gotten dressed and picked them up when I wasn't looking.
God she was so good to me, I know I thanked her that day, but I wonder if I ever thanked her enough. Thank you my darling.
The list goes on and on, even when I took her shopping, specifically for her, she was always more interested in looking at things for others or commenting on something that "spmeone else would like" She rarely, if ever asked for or wanted anything for herself. Except for "Beautiful" a perfume, she loved that. So I made sure she always had some.. but even so, she would make it last as long as she could, using it so sparingly..
In time, I'll learn to set the coffee pot up and pick up my "daily habits" from the store, but I know for the rest of my life, I will miss my angel, not for all the things she did, but because she loved me, and I loved her, and that's the only ambition we had in life, we just wanted to be together, plain and simple. We were content just being together, no matter the circumstances.
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