Sometimes we get attached to things that we probably shouldn’t, but some inanimate objects warrant such attention.
When I was in college, my dad bought me this back pillow for those long nights of studying in bed. If you walked the dorm halls back then and looked in the rooms, most girls had a one. We affectionately called them “Husbands.”
My husband has been with me since 1988 and has been with me through
- three different apartments
- three different houses in three states
- two nursing babies
- numerous books read
- writing six books
- hundreds of hours journaling
- countless other things
Unfortunately, it is time for me to say farewell to Husband. I have tried to fix things with him and provided a BandAid on an unfixable situation, but he’s resisting my attempts at reconciliation. The situation is irreparable.
They don’t make husbands like him anymore. The new-fangled husbands are filled with empty promises of making you feel like you’re about to walk through heaven’s gates, but their real substance won’t stand the test of time. They have no solid foundation like my husband had. Husband’s these days are soft, made of nothing. My husband was the real thing. He was tough, durable, and most importantly, supportive. Imagine that. I am going to miss him so much.
Now that he’s about to meet his maker, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through my upcoming manuscripts, long nights of surfing the web or eating in bed without him. My heart is breaking at the thought of losing him, but I must say goodnight–bid him farewell.
I hear Taps playing in the background….
So, what’s the inanimate object you can’t live without? (Um, it goes without saying but I’ll say it anyway: Keep it clean. )