My freezer has stopped working. I discovered it when Olivia wanted a popsicle. She likes those red, white and blue ones. It was mushy. All the ice cream was lost but the meat was still solid. The only thing I could do was take it to Mama's freezer.
Well, I hadn't cleaned out Mama's freezer yet. John Michael hadn't been to her house since August of 2008, since she left there to come here.I know it was hard for him to go but he said he would help me take the food. I took garbage bags to clean out the freezer. There wasn't really a lot left there, some Schwann, a huge brisket roast, corn, peppers, and onions she had cut to freeze for making soup or spaghetti. Most of what was in the freezer were things she had prepared herself. There was a zip lock bag that held 4 cornbread muffins. She made them all the time and would put leftovers in the freezer, ready for company or to make dressing. These little corn muffins made me so sad, they were so typical of her, something she had done thousands of times in her life. I had a hard time throwing them away and am tempted to go get them out of the garbage. I know, that's really silly.
So now my food is freezing nicely in her freezer.
John Michael says he can't think of anything he wants from the house. But I know he will. He commented on a blouse hanging on a door facing, left where she hung it when she took it out of the dryer. He looked in the cabinets wwhere he used to store her freshly canned green beans. Her shoes were sitting on a chair. Most of the house is still just like she left it. Other things have had to be moved. Her essence hasn't left the house.
I have a lot of things to clean out at Mama's house. I guess I'll get it all done one day.
5 comments:
Everything has a time and a purpose. The time will come - when it's time - to clean how Mama's house. I know how you feel.
When we did my own mother's house it was hard. But I felt she'd already gone. IT was just a house without a spirit anymore.
My husband thought he's always love the house belonging to his parents. However, after they were gone he returned for a year or so and then he was no longer drawn. It was time to let them go in peace and he sold the house. It became just a house.
As for my mom, she's beside me today in spirit.
That will never change.
Have a blessed day. And let the right time come when it will.
oh boy! I can relate. In fact, my post just moments ago is about a treasure my cousin recently found cleaning out a house.
I recently learned that Steve's sister will inherit his mom's house, and in a way I feel relieved, because that means I won't have to help clean it out.
I know, selfish of me isn't it?
bless you and John. I know how much you all loved your mama.
Oh, that's got to be so hard. I helped clean out my grandparents' house and it was exhausting physically and emotionally. "You can do anything for 15 minutes" says Flylady.
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Oh, it's so hard to lose someone.
I hope that when it comes time to clean the house, it goes as well as possible.
Sorry to hear and hope that you do it when time is right for the both of you!
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