|Was there really any reason for this room divide?|
But this past Sunday, my uncle, who is an independent home repair contractor, stopped by. My mother, who died when I was only nine, was Uncle Andy's older sister. Sadly, since her passing almost 50 years ago, I loose more memories of her with each year that goes by now. I can't recall the sound of her voice or any of the details that I use to. I know that she loved to decorate for every holiday and that is a tradition I carry on. And until Uncle Andy stopped by, it's most of what I knew about her...or at least remembered.
|Waiting for the floor guy to finish my new functional area!|
Really? This was a revelation to me! This was a game changer! All this time, I thought divorce and the fear of being idol, and not wanting to spend weekends on the couch, had turned me into a rehaboholic. But as it turns out, it was my suppressed DNA coming through! I thought I had found some magical inner strength, but it was my Mom, cheerleading me through every doubt, every screw, every nail, every notion I had to make my house, my home!
My uncle has been wonderful since this whole divorce thing. Although I try not to bother him, he is always just a phone call away when I get in a little over my head. But Sunday's drop-in did more for me then he'll ever know. As he started down the steps, he stopped and asked "what's your next project?" Having recently just purchased a miter box, I smiled and said "I really would like crown molding in the living room." He looked at me sternly and measured his words. "You...can't...do...that...alone."
|Don't worry Uncle Andy! I won't be alone!|