Soaking The Pots
I remember when Kez lived with us. We all had 'dish' duty which included washing up the pots.
Well, when it came to Kez's turn, we heard the same thing every time - I'm just going to let the pots soak a bit. It didn't matter if they really needed to be soaked or not, they got soaked anyway. And they stayed soaking until someone else took on the job of actually washing the pots!
It doesn't matter how much time passes, or that the memories are good, the pain of losing Kez remains the same. I see her face and hear her voice all the time. Heaven may be happy to have her, but I'd prefer she had been with us a lot longer.
Love you heaps, Kez ♥♥♥