Kindness

Finally a few minutes to write. Since I returned from Missouri, I've sat down several times in the evening to compose a blog, and before I can open my laptop, I'm dozing off. I've been back two weeks and each day is over before it has begun!

The trip to pack up the house was successful and crushingly stressful. The first day, my closest LSL friend and her husband came over to help me sort, pitch and pack. We started about 8:30AM and before I knew it, the sun was setting. All I did was sort and pitch. There was no time to pack. With Kellene's help, I went through Ken's belongings like a sergeant -- methodically, keeping emotions to a minimum. I had to read almost everything in order to know whether to keep it, pitch it, shred it or give it to family.

After about four hours of managing his things, we started on mine, giving it the same, cold treatment. When we came upon my ballet slippers, my baby clothes, my first raggedy teddy bear with one eye and no fur -- no exceptions. Garbage bag. It broke my heart for a while -- it felt like I had died a little too. I had to ask myself, why keep it and move it and store it? Who is ever going to want it? Kellene was the gentle voice of reason and reminded me of the impending move and the limited space in the moving container. All-in-all, 15-18 of those particular boxes and bins became four. And the Consolidation Award goes to...Kristin!

The rest of the trip was packing, pitching, sorting, and selling everything. I sold almost all of the furniture. Again, emotionally difficult and still stinging a bit. Not the material part of it, just how hard we worked and how proud we were of those few special pieces that we splurged on when we bought our first house together; the forever bedroom set we finally purchased when we moved to Missouri. Gone to the new owners of the house, to friends and neighbors. As sad as I was to see it go, I was grateful that everything sold as easily and quickly as it did. And, I am equally glad that much of it is still "in the family."

Four days, fifteen to eighteen hours a day of marathon packing, and the whole house was ready to go into two 16x8 containers for shipment to Florida. Each of those exhausting days was a kaleidoscope of determination, melancholy, disbelief, numbness, and regret, mixed with bouts of despair and crying laced with moments of happiness and love from the sweet texts that would come from Allan just when I needed them most. I wondered if I was finally losing it! (Yes, I know, you're thinking  I lost it a long time ago).

The saving grace for my sanity that week was friends and neighbors, who are now lifelong friends. I am utterly AMAZED at the kindness, love and support from people I have known for a handful of months. When Ken died, they took me under their wings, watched over me, fed me, hugged me, knew just when I needed them most and the doorbell would ring. They became my rocks, my laughter, my companions. And, once again, in my time of need, they all rallied around and helped me accomplish what would've been impossible without their help.

Ken's best friend, Tyler, his wife, Kym and their son, Colt, who moved to Missouri with us for work, helped immensely throughout the week, even though they too are still grieving. By moving away, I am cutting the ties to our new lives; the physical reminder to Ken, and yet, they selflessly support my move back to Florida and continue to show how much they care.

My time in Lake St. Louis feels like a dream. It was one year -- one short year, and yet it changed my life forever. I am a better person for having lived there, for knowing that there is a world where strangers willingly ban together, reach out and share their love with someone in need without expecting a single thing in return. A world where neighbors will mow your yard or blow the snow out of your driveway or watch your beloved dog on a moments notice without being asked, or if you do ask, say yes without hesitation. A world where you feel the true meaning of friendship every day and you know that you're never alone. What a gift and an example for my future interactions.

Kindness, according to book two of Aristotle's 'Rhetoric' it is defined as: "helpfulness towards someone in need, not in return for anything, nor for the advantage of the helper himself, but for that of the person helped". 

Thank you all and God Bless.