“Sheltering in Place” with Hermès

[diane278]

OmG, please let me share my dream early this morning.
Yesterday was my crying day. My choir’s text group was planning what gifts to give for a member’s son who will have confirmation in the next two weeks. Reading through all the happiness texts from everyone I start to break down because my youngest will not have his Dad beside him when he’s confirmation. After that my tears just would not stop for all day long. My second son was terrified of my voice when he came down to talk to me. He thought I got sick. I told him I missed his dad. That was my cry voice Not sick.
At around 4:30 I went into my beloved husband’s office to pick up my daughter. I walk into his room and sat there to look around and continue to cry. Then I saw a pair of bamboos one was dry / dead, the other was about too if I did not take care of it.
My heart went calm immediately, a light flashed into my head. Just like He wanted to show me That I need to take care of myself. I need to take care of the last bamboo.
I brought the pot home and added more water and placed it under his altar.
This morning when I was half as sleep, I saw myself at an open market looking for a pair of jade earrings then I saw him peak behind me. He show his face next to my ear and smile with his happy face just like before-in real time. Then he disappeared.
I woke up. And I am so happy. My son came in and told me it is 15 more mins to drive him to school.
I even put on my lipstick, wear his warmth up Hermes jacket.

Thank you for letting me share my first dream after his death.
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Your husband is with you...always.

 

[tlamdang08]

Your husband is with you...always.

Indeed, I believe it!!!

 

[Siha77]

OmG, please let me share my dream early this morning.
Yesterday was my crying day. My choir’s text group was planning what gifts to give for a member’s son who will have confirmation in the next two weeks. Reading through all the happiness texts from everyone I start to break down because my youngest will not have his Dad beside him when he’s confirmation. After that my tears just would not stop for all day long. My second son was terrified of my voice when he came down to talk to me. He thought I got sick. I told him I missed his dad. That was my cry voice Not sick.
At around 4:30 I went into my beloved husband’s office to pick up my daughter. I walk into his room and sat there to look around and continue to cry. Then I saw a pair of bamboos one was dry / dead, the other was about too if I did not take care of it.
My heart went calm immediately, a light flashed into my head. Just like He wanted to show me That I need to take care of myself. I need to take care of the last bamboo.
I brought the pot home and added more water and placed it under his altar.
This morning when I was half as sleep, I saw myself at an open market looking for a pair of jade earrings then I saw him peak behind me. He show his face next to my ear and smile with his happy face just like before-in real time. Then he disappeared.
I woke up. And I am so happy. My son came in and told me it is 15 more mins to drive him to school.
I even put on my lipstick, wear his warmth up Hermes jacket.

Thank you for letting me share my first dream after his death.
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So glad that you got to see him in your dreams. Thank you for sharing with us. Sending you love and hugs.

 

[sf_newyorker]

From the Logs of Covert UES00-75:
The Moment

~•~

“Big Blue can have his open structure. I’m moving in here. Synth leather with titanium from the Old Republic Era.”



“Move in here? Won’t you miss me?”


“Hah! You want me to choose between you or this AT-ST Raider?”



“When you frame it that way, how can I compete with a hunk of junk.”

“Hunk of junk in your eyes. Inexpressibly valuable in mine.”


“Like me.”

“Like this Corellian freighter! Our archives may hold a shameless bounty of information and renderings of these archaic beauties. But that doesn’t compare to having these original scaled models in front of you.”


“Where was it again?”


“Here! Since there’s no jet pack in my near future, what do you think about retractable crystal back blades?”

“I’d like to drop you in a nest of gundarks.”


“To think this collection was abandoned and neglected in some warlord’s subterranean back chamber.”

“And now we’ve the opportunity to view it before the collection transfers hands.”


“Better and less dangerous hands, I hope.”
•
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[sf_newyorker]

From the Logs of Covert UES00-75:
The Moment

~•~

“At last, the Razor Crest. Classic gunship.”

“You’re familiar with this ship?”

“I should. I owned one for years.”



“What happened to it?”

“It met the wrong end of a laser blast from a passing Imperial light cruiser. Thankfully the kid was off chasing a blue butterfly and I was chasing the kid.”



“I’m so sorry. I’m...how are you? How’s the little guy? Were you hurt?”

“Physically...no. We landed here shortly after. And it’s been a good and right path.



“Seeing it again, not as painful as I thought. I actually look forward to seeing this model more often.”

“How?”

“The collection is moving to the auxiliary hangar. As you hold the deed to said hangar, you are the custodian of this collection.”

“How?”

“Called in a favor.”

“With a warlord?”



“The hangar’s like the kid’s second home. Between stealing ship manuals and studying the models, he’ll likely build a ship for me to fly in my old age. More importantly, the collection is transferring to the careful and appreciative hands of someone who views all of this as inexpressibly valuable.”



“You’re terrifying.”

“I...”



“Is that supposed to be functional pram?”



“Thanks, kids. So much for the moment.”



~•~

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[diane278]

At the frame shop picking up a new piece:

And hung on the wall....

 

[diane278]

Playing with flowers.

 

[Fabfashion]

OmG, please let me share my dream early this morning.
Yesterday was my crying day. My choir’s text group was planning what gifts to give for a member’s son who will have confirmation in the next two weeks. Reading through all the happiness texts from everyone I start to break down because my youngest will not have his Dad beside him when he’s confirmation. After that my tears just would not stop for all day long. My second son was terrified of my voice when he came down to talk to me. He thought I got sick. I told him I missed his dad. That was my cry voice Not sick.
At around 4:30 I went into my beloved husband’s office to pick up my daughter. I walk into his room and sat there to look around and continue to cry. Then I saw a pair of bamboos one was dry / dead, the other was about too if I did not take care of it.
My heart went calm immediately, a light flashed into my head. Just like He wanted to show me That I need to take care of myself. I need to take care of the last bamboo.
I brought the pot home and added more water and placed it under his altar.
This morning when I was half as sleep, I saw myself at an open market looking for a pair of jade earrings then I saw him peak behind me. He show his face next to my ear and smile with his happy face just like before-in real time. Then he disappeared.
I woke up. And I am so happy. My son came in and told me it is 15 more mins to drive him to school.
I even put on my lipstick, wear his warmth up Hermes jacket.

Thank you for letting me share my first dream after his death.
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Dear @tlamdang08, I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. I haven’t been on the forum for a long time and only just saw your notes about your DH’s passing. Wishing you and your family moments of comfort and peace as you remember your DH. May the passing of time help to lessen your grief and help you remember the wonderful times you had together. Take good care of yourself, your kids and that bamboo too.

 

[Fabfashion]

From the Logs of Covert UES00-75:
The Moment

~•~
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“At last, the Razor Crest. Classic gunship.”

“You’re familiar with this ship?”

“I should. I owned one for years.”


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“What happened to it?”

“It met the wrong end of a laser blast from a passing Imperial light cruiser. Thankfully the kid was off chasing a blue butterfly and I was chasing the kid.”


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“I’m so sorry. I’m...how are you? How’s the little guy? Were you hurt?”

“Physically...no. We landed here shortly after. And it’s been a good and right path.


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“Seeing it again, not as painful as I thought. I actually look forward to seeing this model more often.”

“How?”

“The collection is moving to the auxiliary hangar. As you hold the deed to said hangar, you are the custodian of this collection.”

“How?”

“Called in a favor.”

“With a warlord?”


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“The hangar’s like the kid’s second home. Between stealing ship manuals and studying the models, he’ll likely build a ship for me to fly in my old age. More importantly, the collection is transferring to the careful and appreciative hands of someone who views all of this as inexpressibly valuable.”


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“You’re terrifying.”

“I...”


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“Is that supposed to be functional pram?”


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“Thanks, kids. So much for the moment.”


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Thank you @sf_newyorker for creating this entertaining story especially during this lockdown (we’re in full lockdown mode in Canada—again). I’ve been following it and kept looking forward to the next instalment.

 

[tlamdang08]

So glad that you got to see him in your dreams. Thank you for sharing with us. Sending you love and hugs.

Dear @tlamdang08, I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. I haven’t been on the forum for a long time and only just saw your notes about your DH’s passing. Wishing you and your family moments of comfort and peace as you remember your DH. May the passing of time help to lessen your grief and help you remember the wonderful times you had together. Take good care of yourself, your kids and that bamboo too.

Thank you so much.

Today my youngest Godmother came to stay for dinner and prayed.When I blow out the candle it die out but fire back up ( I repeat 2 times. )Then I rub his picture I ask: are you happy to see that I am happier finally?
Then the candle die out.
I love you all for all the beautiful thoughts

 

[tlamdang08]

Dinner tonight

 

[Hermes Nuttynut]

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Tasty looking food and beautiful presentation! Have you ever thought of opening a restaurant?

 

[sf_newyorker]

From the Logs of Covert UES00-75:
The Story Is

~•~

*(Meh.Meh.Meh.Eh!)*
*giggle...ghost...behind...snort*
*snort...warrior...surprise...giggle*



*(eh..eh...MEHMeh...eh)*
*giggle...giant purple flower...giggle*
*snort...open...laser sword...snort*



*pffft....giggle...MEH...pfft...pfft*

“No! Kids, no! The sword sounds come from your mouth not your other end! We don’t do that in front of my favorite, um, our favorite nice lady.”



*PFFT...giggle...Eh-MEH...pFFt*

“I need air...not this air...real air.”



“Never thought I’d prefer the smell of the Egg over...enclosed spaces.”



“That sword scene...did the little guys learn by example?”



“Promise you’ll be here for the next chapter of storytelling. I’ll let you know.”
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[diane278]

Tortellini in pesto sauce lunch....not at all exciting, but considering I was thinking of having celery sticks with peanut butter, it’s a step up....

 

[tlamdang08]

It has been 4 months and 8 days from the day my beloved husband self-quarantined in our bedroom. And my lipstick tray have been forgotten.
A thin layer of dust covers them all...