They're gone

Mark stopped home last night on a break from pizza delivery. He's spent the last two nights in his new home with his brother, Luke in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood of Minneapolis.

In Mark's room is the empty frame of his bed. His boxspring is still in the back of the Tundra (he moved the mattress over in his own truck). Luke's been gone now for several days.

All that's left are the bed frame, Mark's desk/entertainment center, some books, papers and clothes. Mark sorted a lot of his clothes and made bags for ARC (American Retarded Citizens)--they pick up used goods to sell in their thrift stores.

Last night Christina spent the night at a friend's. She worked her last night at Papa John's this week. Thursday is her drivers' test.

Tim's working this morning at his mom's. In the days before the boys' move, several kids were over, to spend the night or just to hang out. Now it's quiet.

A new stage of life is here. It's a good one.

I should begin by vacuuming and dusting, and organizing the remnants left behind.

The remnants of memories of two little boys will stay in my heart, I hope, for a long time.

Till next time,


Suzi