Sunday, June 10, 2012

HER COACH PURSE, HER LAST

Sunday morning today in Fresno, California.  Drinking my first cup of coffee and relaxing a bit.  I glanced over at my closet and first thing that caught my eye was my beloved Jeannette's Coach purse.  The purse has such sentimental value to me.  No amount of money can make me sell it.  I cherish it.  I remember that it was Jeannette's favorite among all her collection of purses.  She would always use it no matter where she went.  I admired it so and told her.  During her final days in the hospital, I managed to hold on to it.  It had been emptied by my ex husband's wife.  She was eager to get her hands on all the materialistic possessions of Jeannette's.  She did take out Jeannette's wallet but I had my Jeannette's purse and I was not going to let her have it. 
When Jeannette died I drove hundreds of miles back to my home in Fresno.  I cried all the way home.  I felt devastated and felt like as if a knife was stuck into my heart. 
I found out later that my ex and his wife ransacked Jeannette's bedroom and took out several big plastic bags of Jeannette's things.  I never got anything of my Jeannette's.  A month later I travelled to Thousand Oaks and asked Jeannette's husband for her military uniform.  He said it was given to Goodwill.  I was so upset.  How could this happen.  I just have a few things of Jeannette's that she herself gave me and I treasure them so much. 

Thank God, I do have her last purse.

I miss my Nettle Poodle.

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