2bed 2bath corner apt

Leaving out the three weeks from hell I spent here after my mother broke her hip in 2006, this has always been a happy place for me. My parents bought this place 31 yrs ago and became snowbirds. Although my mother spent entire winters here, while my father came down for only a few weeks (at least until the last few years of his life) -- it is my father's spirit I feel here and his presence I miss most keenly. I see him in his chair where he always sat reading. I hear his voice and still laugh at his dry, often acerbic wit, hilarious understatements and authoritative comments ---made always with a straight face. To this day, I still do not know whether he loved strawberry jelly or hated it. But I digress... My mother's ccodinated outfits and shoes in every rainbow color are still here, although chances are slim to none that she will be here again. And today in the bottom drawer of the dresser I found my father's hats, a pile of his handkerchiefs,ironed and folded into squares; the keys to the Cadillac, long gone, his sunglasses...I closed the drawer without looking further. He died in 1987. So tonight, as I work in the guestroom which does not have any memory of my father in it, this is what I am working on.


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