And One Final Piece

There is a trailer in my driveway attached to my car filled with my mom's belonging that are going to my sister in Illinois. And at the other end of my house two rooms sit nearly empty. 

I have been cranky much of today and I know it's because this trailer is the final piece of letting go of my mom's physical life. As my boyfriend and I drove to pick up the trailer, I was feeling annoyed about even having to do the trailer (having hauled one once before I know what a burden it can be), and I switched the radio stations to hear "Everyone Rose Has Its Thorn" come on by Poison. As I have written before, that was a favorite song of Mom's. I know that she was telling me she is with us as we take this journey.

I also know that she wanted to make sure I had a good laugh– we all have seen the Uhaul trailers with the citiies and sites painted on the side of them– and the one we got has the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota, on it. She my dad, and sister Denise once went there and it was actually a magnet I kept from the many mom had collected from various places.