“Do you think they will
love their new mattress?”
“………their new bathroom?”
“………their
walls……bookshelves……table…….refrigerator……etc. etc. etc.”
I didn’t want to poo-poo
on everyone’s enthusiasm so I will just do it here:/
Sunday,
January 27th, at 6:15pm, everyone was running around and finishing
up last minute fix-up’s and repairs. A few women were clearing out all the
evidence that anyone had been there. Tools were thrown in the garage, cleaning
supplies thrown in tubs, cardboard and old blankets are pulled from the new
rugs, cars and vans and trailers are pulled back into the street. Some of us
were giggling at the anticipation of the Connors homecoming. Some were a little
more edgy and panicky….not going to mention namesJ One of the teenage girls found a
cardboard box and wrote “Welcome Home Connor Family!!” She used my flashlight
app on my phone to illuminate the sign. People thought of everything. It was
wonderful. This was an unforgettable experience.
6:30 arrives and the Connors pull in. Shouts everywhere…..”Their home! Their home!” I am standing in the far corner of the living room with my camera and smiling.
Logan walks
in first. He walks slowly around, looking and touching everything around him.
He is too cute!! Jill walks in next and makes a bee line to me. ME!! I got a
hug from Jill first thing! I wasn’t even expecting it. I am smiling from ear to
ear now as the Connors are taken from one room to another. Of course they loved
everything.
Although
they have a new and spacious house, we really created more work for them. Now,
she has some purging to do. Their basement is an organized chaos. One by one,
friends and family will be visiting and helping Jill rummage through her
belongings and give each book and toy a home. Hopefully, this process will last
for a while….long enough for her to get through the initial grieving process
where she can even begin to function.
They want
their little boy back. Every kind gesture is another reminder of this tragedy.
Every meal, gift card, dollar in the bank, sympathy card….they are all
reminders that their son is gone. No, I did not think a new home would make
Jill & Patrick happy. I did, however, believe that we could gift them a
safe, healthy and comfortable place to grieve. This is what we accomplished.
This is how to comfort the sorrow…to the extreme.
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