The other day, I noticed on a shelf in my room, a small pink pig. It reminded me of the Valentines gift John had brought home last year. A white and pink mug that said "hogs and kisses" with a plush pink pig stuffed in it. I put the pig with other gifts from my beloved : a hilarious scraggly pink and orange flamingo, a beanie baby penguin , a small dog, sweet items on my desk.
Those who know me are aware that Marie Kondo and her Decluttering ideas are gold to me. Simplify and toss is my motto. Not really being into hogs( I know, hugs) and since we had many mugs, the hogs one went out to the TV room to await a trip to the thrift store. That day, my heart fell to my knees as I thought " Did it hurt John's feelings to see it tossed? Did he think his gift wasn't important to me?" I cried for an hour and then made a decision. I was going to find that mug.
Two trips to different Goodwill stores.. No mug. I even went on Ebay, no luck. This Saturday, the last place it could be, a thrift store in Peachtree City . Would it be there after all these months ?If it wasn't how would I cope?
My daughter and I parked and hurried to the mug department. Passing displays for St Patrick's Day and Valentine's Day, I quickly moved on. Then my daughter said: "Mom, wasn't it a Valentine's gift?" I stopped at the shelf with the pink and red stuff and in the back, behind everything else, was my mug. I grabbed it, and we did the normal thing, hugged and sobbed in aisle two of the Clothes Lest Travelled Thrift store. Madness.
Approach grieving people with caution. They are not the same people that you knew.
I love my Hogs and Kisses mug, the pink pig and you, John Graham.
