It’s the Little Things
Its funny what you find sentimental when you lose someone. I have Corey’s tee-shirts and my sister is making them into a quilt. His cousins have his hoodies. Justin grabbed the blanket I made Corey years ago (he was still sleeping with it every night). I’ll always cherish the clay life-sized shoe he made in high school (yes… a clay shoe).
Today my sentimental moment came at Jiffy Lube.
I got my oil changed, and realized that the last time I had my oil changed Corey and Bob did it together. They spent the afternoon together in our driveway. Bob taught him how to drain the oil, replace the filter, and refill the oil. They did it first to Corey’s Grand Am and then to my truck.
Corey came in afterwards covered in dirt and oil. He was so proud of himself. Especially since he felt like he did something “manly” for his mom. Two weeks later, he was gone.
But I can’t hold on to dirty oil, and I know it. So I will have to cherish the memory of his grin and puffed out chest when he told me what he’d done.