Strange day today. I have the appraiser coming over to go through all my sister's things and put a price tag on it for tax purposes.
Feels odd to have your whole life summed up in a number.
I was talking to her the other day. There is not a day that goes by where she is not in my thoughts. All the frustration over her complete disorganization has passed. I miss her sense of humor the most. The boys found a book light the other day that had the inscription, "The Light of the Lord" on it.
I don't miss the Lord stuff. I know it was a big part of her life at the end. I know it gave her comfort. Just don't miss having to listen to God's will and forcing myself not to roll my eyes.
Okay, I did roll my eyes. Often.
She really was the only person in my life who could make me laugh so hard I peed my pants. I miss that.
The other day I was asked a security question for my credit card. I had been buying things online and I never buy things, so they wanted to be sure it was me. They asked, "Who is the nearest relative to you?"
I froze. I realized I have no relatives. My wife is only considered my wife in Massachusetts- a stranger as far as the federal government is concerned. I said, Catherine Whitman.
It passed. But it made me feel so very alone.
Today I will see one way in which a life is measured. By things and the price of those things.
And I know my sister was worth much more than anyone will ever know.
(Crossposted at Suburban Lesbian Housewife. Img src)