Almost one year ago I started building a new house. I have posted here a few photos of the things I've done like the cedar porch and the walnut vanity cabinet. I have been looking forward to going into the Finished Projects section and sticking in some photos when I get done. It has been a massive project. I hired out only what I had to (masonry, shingles, siding, HVAC). Everything else I have done myself. My wife has done all the painting as well as helping me with the endless other projects.
Two months ago her brother shot himself, and she has had a very hard time with it. We both lost alot of time both at our regular jobs and on our home. She has only recently started to put herself back together again, and we got back into working on the house in full swing. I had the kitchen cabinets done except for the drawer boxes. When I cut up the ply it was so close that I didn't have a single spare piece left over. I had all the parts cut, dovetailed, and ready to go.
After work last week I was gluing the drawers together. I had glue spread on all the dovetails and was just sliding the first joint together when my wife comes out to say she's going to visit her mom. She had been going by to see her mom every day for the last two months, I usually didn't go with her, and I was at a point where I just couldn't walk away from what I was doing.
I didn't "have a feeling" or anything like that. For no reason whatsoever I just dropped the half assembled drawer and went with her.
Her mother's body was in the kitchen floor. She had been fixing her lunch about 6 hours earlier when her heart gave out.
My wife saw her mother lying in the same place that her father had died 20 years ago and only two months after her brother's suicide. She is in pieces now.
Tonight as she was going to sleep she asked me "Why were my mama's eyes black?" I can only imagine what my wife is going through now. I'm having a hard time with this myself...
I'm going to say this here..because I can't really say it to anyone I know...and you all seem like good people. My wife's mother had a little dog, and it had apparently sat beside her since she fell. When we walked in last week and my wife saw her mom, she threw herself down...I guess to check her mom...and she kind of pressed the dog..and it made a mess. I took my wife outside and called emergency. While we were waiting for the ambulance, she said to me "Would you go inside and clean my mother's face? I don't want anyone to see her like that." So I went inside and I washed her mother's face. I tried to close her eyes...but they wouldn't...
This is all like some nightmare that won't stop. I don't think anything hurts like watching a loved one suffer. What had started out as the best year of our life has become the worst.
I have been sitting here for the last ten minutes wondering if I should post this or no. I hope sometime soon I can add something positive here.
Two months ago her brother shot himself, and she has had a very hard time with it. We both lost alot of time both at our regular jobs and on our home. She has only recently started to put herself back together again, and we got back into working on the house in full swing. I had the kitchen cabinets done except for the drawer boxes. When I cut up the ply it was so close that I didn't have a single spare piece left over. I had all the parts cut, dovetailed, and ready to go.
After work last week I was gluing the drawers together. I had glue spread on all the dovetails and was just sliding the first joint together when my wife comes out to say she's going to visit her mom. She had been going by to see her mom every day for the last two months, I usually didn't go with her, and I was at a point where I just couldn't walk away from what I was doing.
I didn't "have a feeling" or anything like that. For no reason whatsoever I just dropped the half assembled drawer and went with her.
Her mother's body was in the kitchen floor. She had been fixing her lunch about 6 hours earlier when her heart gave out.
My wife saw her mother lying in the same place that her father had died 20 years ago and only two months after her brother's suicide. She is in pieces now.
Tonight as she was going to sleep she asked me "Why were my mama's eyes black?" I can only imagine what my wife is going through now. I'm having a hard time with this myself...
I'm going to say this here..because I can't really say it to anyone I know...and you all seem like good people. My wife's mother had a little dog, and it had apparently sat beside her since she fell. When we walked in last week and my wife saw her mom, she threw herself down...I guess to check her mom...and she kind of pressed the dog..and it made a mess. I took my wife outside and called emergency. While we were waiting for the ambulance, she said to me "Would you go inside and clean my mother's face? I don't want anyone to see her like that." So I went inside and I washed her mother's face. I tried to close her eyes...but they wouldn't...
This is all like some nightmare that won't stop. I don't think anything hurts like watching a loved one suffer. What had started out as the best year of our life has become the worst.
I have been sitting here for the last ten minutes wondering if I should post this or no. I hope sometime soon I can add something positive here.


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