I attended a funeral tonight. Connie the purple robe died in the washing machine today. No longer will the neighbors catch me wearing the ragged memory of my last Christmas with Ruthie. You and Lanny gave me the robe the last time Ruthie, Arnie and I were there for Xmas Eve. The reason I REALLY remember is...I rode up with them to Sagle. Arnie forgot he wasn't on the race track and started blocking in every little car he could find...We weren't going slow either. It was a race and other drivers weren't in the mood for such. All the way to Sagle we played this game. We did let the poor guys loose long enough to stop and get ice cream cones and next pause was a yard sale along the highway...then we found a couple more little cars to play with. By the time we reached your place I just couldn't feel my legs any longer and my brain was in a cramp. Had nightmares all night about going home the next day as they stayed over also. That was my first and last trip up with Arnie. ha
The purple robe hung together many years and went to all my hospital trips and many winters keeping me company through long days and nights. It was a comfort robe. It is now buried in the Arc bag. I have a new one hanging in the closet that I've had a long time and one I bought for mom when she was at Manor Care. I pulled the purple robe from the dryer and both shoulders had fallen apart, the snaps no longer snapped, the color was fading out in spots, the sleeves and front were shredding...well it was time for it's death. But it was sad giving it up.
Now I'm wearing mom's robe and it also makes me sad. The last day she was out of bed she had the robe on and Ron was there visiting and they were having coffee when I walked in. That night she crawled into bed and never got up again.
So you see, I jumped out of bed this morning in a happy mood....and like my mom said...your happy in the morning so you'll be sad tonight.
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I've been in at least one race with grandpa, that was very exciting to say the least!
it's just too funny when you wake up happy you'll be in a bad mood later, cause that's what both our kids do! Chad and I have always noticed that with them, I'll say, "Kira's so happy this morning." Then we look at each other and say, "oh goody." :) Now I know who to blame THAT on. ;)
Sorry about the robe, I hate when my favorite things have to move on... maybe Connie needs to buy you another new favorite robe this Christmas? it's right around the corner!
I've had a few rides with Grandpa like that...he knew how to make people mad on the road. I also had one with Grandma - she normally didn't drive like that, but she had left the oven on - boiling water in a pan, while we went to Spokane. She didn't remember until we had made it all the way to Spokane. I still have yet to see another woman drive so fast! = ) we made it back in time the house was still there, but made a smoky mess of everything.
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