August 11: Bobby Russ
Renee had many great qualities, but she was definately not one who loved household chores. Typically, most of
the regular routine chores were ones that I agreed to do (dusting, sweeping, mopping, etc). Some chores were
shared (dishes, laundry), but one chore was hers alone.... Taking out the trash and returning the cans back to
the house afterwards. She hated it and often tried to get out of it. Sometimes even trying to bat her eyes and
I used to laugh. "I love you baby, but... it's the only chore I ask you to do". So, she'd do it.
I'd also tease sometimes about how long it took for her to bring the cans back. It was like a little game that we played. I teased her about it and she teased back. It was something that made us both chuckle at time. Ironically, the last time she took the trash out I did something abnormal because I knew she had a hard, vicious week at work. I thought it had gone unnoticed until... on July 21st at 2 pm, she wrote...
"I meant to tell you thank you for bringing trash can in"
I had no idea it would be the last time. I just wanted her to be happy and help her through it. It was a simply action, something she appreciated for helping her with the one chore she agreed to do. I'll share another day a bit of the same conversation. I miss talking to her. Her looking forward to me coming home. We were each other's outlet against the frustrations of this world.
It's been almost 3 weeks since she died. I've taken over the duties fully and taken on much more. I will do everything I can to honor my promises to her. I find myself still talking to her from time to time, but I miss hearing her voice, seeing her smile, seeing her facial expressions and so much more.... Renee Row, I love you... to inifinity... and beyond...