This past Saturday, I arrived at the house stressed, feeling frustrated with the amount of work I had ahead of me that day. I packed my supplies up and got them situated to get in and get the job done so that I could get to the next house as quickly as possible. I opened the door and let myself in. Dad walked towards the door as I laid all of the supplies I juggled to carry on the floor and kicked off my shoes. He looked sad, but gave me a half smile and asked how I was doing. No snorts, and no kisses greeted me that morning as Dad confessed Hector had passed away just that morning.
It no longer mattered how busy my day was. I don’t claim to feel the same sadness that this family does for this loss. I will miss my silly games with Hector, but my heart aches for the sadness of this family. Like everything else I’ve witnessed with them, they handled this loss with such grace. Mom and Dad talked to the boys as Hectors health declined, preparing them for what would happen. These conversations are so difficult to have, and usually people fear them. I’ve always admired how honest, and real these two people are; not just with each other but with their children. Rather than deny what was happening and leave the children with unanswered questions, they prepared them. Much like I know they will prepare them for all the other difficulties they will face as they grow. The boys felt they could ask questions, and talk about Hector and death.
I’ve learned a lot from this family. A lot that I will take home with me, just as I have taken home the memories I have with Hector. Their family will be different now, without Hector, but I know that home will still be full of so much love and laughter (and possibly a huge fish tank if Dad and the boys get there way… 🐟). Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of your family. Sending you all a lot of love as your hearts heal.#athomewithjulie #coffeeconfessions #momof3#housekeeper #loveandloss