As I came back into the house after seeing Moise off, I was struck by the eariness of the silence in my home. The only sound being the hum of the air conditioner and the parakeet who seems to protest the quietness. I know that I experienced this same silence when the kids returned to school after the accident but I have no memory of that. I assume that my mind and body were still in a state of shock, running on auto pilot, going through the motions that were required of me, yet not feeling, processing or retaining any of it. I also assume, though I cannot really recall, that at that time there were many supporters surrounding me.
This morning the air was cool outside and we opened the windows. The smell was that of "back to school" and something else. The smell of fresh morning air, with the promise of warmer temperatures as the day goes on, combined with the smell of ripe seed corn drying in preparation for harvest will forever remind me of back to school. This year and, I suspect, for many years to come, it also reminds me of the time of year when Laynee died
I miss you Layne
You're so pretty, 'kay
Jamee---- a SENIOR