Funny how things strike you at different times. I have three piles of clean, folded laundry, one for each of us (Gaylord, Grace and myself). Today I was doing laundry and as I placed the clothes on each pile, I saw Gaylord’s little spot was empty. Over the summer and early fall, Gaylord told me he wanted to go back to work if his company could accomodate him, I went along with that, we had hope you know? So I laundered all of his work clothes and his work jacket and I placed the clothes in his pile and hung up his jacket. A few months after he passed away, I put the clothes and socks in his dresser ... and today I noticed he didn’t have a laundry pile anymore. So the three laundry piles have shrunk to two, doesn’t seem quite right, but that’s the way it is.
