This one was hiding in my friend Jenny’s dishwasher. Emptying the dishwasher was the first chore I ever texted to either of my kids. Back when all the moms and dads were complaining about their kids texting instead of calling, when text messaging was new, I was sending chore lists to my kids because they got done!
Well, in Charles’ case, almost done. He’d always leave a couple of things in the top rack and some rogue glass in the bottom rack. Like he was just done with it and had to go. It was hard enough to get Charles to a chore of any kind so I didn’t get overly picky. In fact, I found it really funny and would always check behind him to see what dish was sentenced to solitary confinement. When you lose someone you love, you miss that stupid stuff–the stuff that was their signature.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.