It's perfectly sunny and 82 degrees. But when I pulled up to Home Depot, I just burst into tears.
Now I'm running all the wonderful times through my brain. As my friend The Misadventures of Widowhood says ... it's time to have my pity party.
Home Depot was his favorite place. If I ever wanted to get on his good side, I'd suggest we go there and browse around. Honestly, it worked every single time. Then I remembered his last trip to Home Depot. We had just gone inside and he had to sit in his walker, almost in tears. He didn't have the energy to walk the warehouse.
An angel in an orange apron came over to see if we needed any help, and those two struck up such a conversation, that I went over to the plants and let them have man time. The employee went far and wide, bringing the parts and pieces he thought would work for that project.
As we were leaving, I turned toward Krispy Kreme (another of his favorites!) and he said no thanks. He confided he thought that was the last trip to Home Depot for him ... he wanted to get home and take a nap.
I am sorrowful and just missing him. He is my delight!