My friend James who died last month … he lingers. I swear, he lingers. And it makes me so sad to know I will never get another email or hear his voice again. I cannot look at old emails or cards or pictures and not cry.
Two weeks ago his nephew stopped by with some estate paperwork and bequest checks as well as a few bottle’s of James’ personal scotch stash. Nephew is a recovering alcoholic yet felt terribly uncomfortable pouring it down the drain, so he very kindly asked me to keep it or gift it to someone I thought would enjoy it. It has been sitting on the sideboard in my kitchen nook since. Every time I look at it I feel so sad and start crying yet again. I thought having it would be comforting somehow, yet it only serves to remind me again and again of my friend. He had a fantastically long and enjoyable life, but I miss him so much. I was so unprepared for him to die so suddenly.
So I have made arrangements to rehome these lovely bottles, and now they are sitting in bags in my car to be delivered this weekend. Funny, but I already feel better knowing that someone else will be sipping and enjoying this soon. I took this picture to memorialize the occasion, because perhaps later this year, or this time next year, I might want to remember what it was and how it looked in my kitchen.
I miss my friend.