I know this room. I’ve known it all my life. This time, although it still has the same furniture – the armchairs with the doyleys over the back, the standard lamp with a ruffled shade, the framed family photographs on the mantelpiece – this time, it’s different.
Yesterday in the church she lived in our words and memories. We said goodbye.
Today (I have a hanky stuffed in my pocket) we’re making choices and decisions. Jojo will take the lamp, Narelle the chairs and sidetables. I want the photos. Look at that one of Grandpa. How long has that been sitting there?