Monday, September 15, 2008
Two years ago, I made so much salsa that I have not made any since. I needed activity, tasks, projects, productivity. Chopping and stirring and cooking came in handy.
At the end of this week, time will mark two years since my brother lay dying of cancer. I haven't known how to appropriately deal with all that entailed; so in honour of Ken, this week's bags will be for him. For his life, how brightly he shone, and what I knew of him.
I didn't know enough, and that is the hardest part.
Don't feel that you have to get all heavy this week, Ken was a complete nutbar, very sarcastic, very funny. He'd likely mock me for attempting an awkward tribute at all.
Onto the bag. Those lovely fall leaves again. Reminds me of sending the kids back into school that autumn and three weeks later shopping for something suitable to wear to a funeral. I ran into my friend Marie that day when my sisters and I were shopping for clothes together. We had tears at the racks of clothing when she learned why we were shopping, and I told her about my unorthodox chopping and cooking method of grief.
Next day, Marie brought us a huge basket of every imaginable thing a person could eat with salsa. That basket holds some of my bag trims now, and I always think of her love and thoughtfulness.
The bidding time is extended to 8 pm, cst.
Why not leave me a note about someone you miss, and what you remember most?