Always.

[gerisullivan]

I creaked and groaned as I rose from my office chair most of an hour ago, planning to go upstairs immediately for a second night in my very own, very comfortable bed. Yes, the movers delivered all of my stuff yesterday, right on schedule as they'd promised.

But the dishwasher needed emptying, then several boxes still stacked in the dining area caught my attention. Okay. I'd unpack one more. A dishpack, to make the progress more noticeable. Remove an item from the box, unwrap the layers of plain newsprint, put the dishes on the counter, in the cupboard, flatten the paper, repeat. Not a chip to be seen, no broken glasses, cups, plates, or bowls. Layer by layer, the box slowly empties.

Down near the bottom, I find a folded scrap of Neopolitan paper, the bright, multicolored paper I used for so many fannish projects over the years, including the "Official Friends of Toad Hall" list that Karen Johnson (WINYOLJ) compiled for the house cooling party. I unfolded the tiny scrap. There, in minnehahaK's handwriting: "Please remember we love you."

I do. I will. Always.

Wiping a heartfelt tear from my right eye, I tucked the ends of the note under two refrigerator magnets that surfaced in yesterday's unpacking.

This post written with love to all of my dear, dear friends in Minneapolis, and an extra measure of gratitude to K. for the treasure of that note.

Comments

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

I forgot all about that. :-)

K. [misses you]