After a loss, sometimes the dumbest things end up meaning so much to you for the dumbest reasons…
When Paula was pregnant with Kye, she really liked these individually wrapped chedder pieces. Not the processed cheese slices, but chunks of real cheddar like you might get with a lunch somewhere. We work at the same office and there were a bunch of these stupid cheese slices left in the fridge after Kye died. I returned back to work quite soon after he died (someone has to pay the bills), but my wife was off for 10 months of special leave and is just coming back part time now.
Through it all, these stupid cheese stayed in the fridge. Every time I got cream for my coffee, there they were. Usually I didn’t think about it, but sometimes, they would yank me back and make me think about Kye and Paula and everything that has happened in the last year. Sometimes stupid cheese even made me go back to my office, close the door and cry.
And still the cheese remained. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them and well, they weren’t threatening enough for anyone else to.
Then, one day, as we come up on the one year aniversary of his death, they were gone. I opened the fridge and noticed that they were no longer there next to the cream. It was very odd. To be honest, it might have been anyone. I hope that it was not my wife who found them and had to deal with them.
I really don’t have a good reason to be sad that the stupid cheese is gone, but I am. It is just one more part of that time that is no more.
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