Just a shard of soap
It seems silly, and the simple solution to the end of a bar of soap would be to throw it away, but when it is the last bar of soap you shared with your recently deceased husband, it seems not that easy.
Should I keep using it until it’s gone, or start a new bar and keep the memory? This was the teary conundrum I faced recently as I took a shower and used this small piece of soap that Ken and I had shared over the last few months of his life.
There have been many similar decisions to be made as I walk through this process of losing the love of my life.
Someone wrote recently in your paper about how their spouse drove them crazy with how they loaded the dishwasher. Well, Ken always loaded it the way he wanted, and I would suggest ways that might be more “efficient” in my world, and he would try but still fall short of my way of doing it. As I read that complaint from your reader, I thought that I just wished Ken was still around to load the dishwasher however he wanted because those are just small worries in the game of this life we are given.
My best advice to those who choose to sweat the small stuff in relationships is to take a breath and think about how much you would be missing if they were gone, and appreciate and embrace every moment you can while they are still with you — no matter their silly foibles.
As for the shard of soap, I am sure I will throw it away someday, but for now I will open a new bar to use, and the shard will stay in the soap dish just a little bit longer.
Jill Ehlers lives in Central Point.
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