Ouch! I'm sore. It's a good kind of sore, though, if that makes any sense.
I went over to Dad's house today and helped him paint a room. He used to paint buildings for a little extra cash when he was younger and, to this day, hates to pick up a roller. So, I figured that if I helped he wouldn't mind it so much. We managed to get the closet Kilzed/primed and a good first coat on the walls. One more quick coat, some baseboard and ceiling touch-ups and we'll be done. Thank goodness.
He's made other changes around the house, too. Does this bother me? Not a bit.
You see, from the shower curtain in the bathroom to the arrangement of certain things around the house, Mom's homey touches are everywhere. For me, seeing them is the very essence of bittersweet. I can just imagine what it's like for Dad, who is surrounded by it every night. I think it's healthy that he's made changes like new bedding, a different shower curtain, etc.
Her chair that she always sat in is still in the livingroom, there are still pictures of her up around the house and that same air of "homeyness" abounds. I need that. So does Dad, I think.
As to new routines, we've all had to adjust a great deal. Sundays are particularly hard as this was the day that we'd get together after church at Mom and Dad's house for a lunch that Aunt D, Mom and I would fix and then we'd visit and relax together. The first Sunday that we sat down to eat at the table was a bit awkward at first, but we managed. It was a lot quieter...I kind of missed the boisterous noise and clatter.
We're finding our way and I know that it's not always going to be easy and transitions won't always be smooth, but I know that we'll make it through.