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Topic: FOLD (10/08/15)
- TITLE: Redemption
By M. C. Syben
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While he mowed the yard, I weeded the garden. When the years claimed a toll on my hips, Burt weeded the garden and mowed without complaint but would insist on helping me in the kitchen still. Yes, I married a gem.
We seldom disagreed about anything. We’d always ask, “How important is it?” Was it important enough to disturb our serenity? Turns out most differences were petty enough to ignore except for one thing.
Each year, we’d pack for our summer vacation in the Smokey mountain cabin. Each year, I’d fold my clothes and place them in the suitcase while Burt would shake his head in strained forbearance.
“Dear, in the military, we learned to roll. Rolling takes up less space, causes less wrinkles. I don’t understand why you keep folding. It’s just plain wrong.”
“Yes, Burt. You tell me the same thing every year. Every year I tell you that I like my clothes to look like clothes when I put them in the suitcase so they look like clothes when I pull them out of the suitcase. Old habits die hard I guess.”
Bless his heart. Burt would drop the subject with a sigh, finish packing his suitcase his way while I finished packing mine my way without another word spoken. Just once, I wish I would have acquiesced. You see, Burt died last year. I’ve managed a year without him but that’s all I’ve done, managed.
The family had arranged for my grandson to drive me to the Smokey’s. We would meet the rest of the family there.
“Grandma, do you want me to pack your things? Grandpa taught me how.”
‘I bet Grandpa taught him how.’ I looked at the stacks on my bed all neatly arranged, ready to load. I realized a chance at redemption was at hand. ‘Really, how important is it?’
“I’d appreciate that, Burty.”
I watched as my grandson rolled each piece as I pretended to straighten up the room. He closed the suitcase with oodles of space left over. Turns out folding ‘was’ just wrong. His Grandfather’s gratefulness washed over me like a morning sunrise.
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