The Hanger

It’s one of those weepy mornings. Can you believe it was triggered by a hanger? Haven’t hangers been a pain for most of us getting tangled in our closets, snags on sweaters, the annoying devices should be banned. On a busy morning when every second counts they cause frustration and anger! Today a travel hanger did all of the above. Memories hang all over me sadness abounds. Helping Lee pack searching for the travel hanger for a suit that fits his garment suitcase. He hated traveling but loved all the gadgets and amenities that made packing a science. So unlike me the quick and no frills travelor. I still can’t  remember what I’m looking for, but I remember every detail of that morning. Maybe hangers aren’t so bad after all…

Author: plantgirl42

I lost my best friend in October 2017 at 67 retirement for a year and half. We were married for 41 years together for 44. I very active walk, swim, volunteer for 2 organizations. I have 2 adult children and a a 14 dog a lab. On most days I'm ok but others my grief takes over. Being a widow is lonely and much harder than I ever imagined. I hope that my blog will help others that have been left behind. View all posts by plantgirl42