Queen E. & Me…

Another  clean up effort.

I flew into Palm Beach yesterday…a day I have been dreading.

The eradication of all evidence of my mother’s journey from her Florida home.

After getting over the shock of Queen E. not being there for airport pick up for the first time in my life, I opened the door of her place to the sounds of silence.

It felt as if I was intruding on a stranger’s residence.

For years it was filled with the sounds of talking heads and the Gilmore Girls accompanied by the scent of brisket and coconut cookies.

I jumped right in and spent 6 hours cleaning the kitchen, sorting dishes, silverware, pots and pans, scrubbing the refrigerator, wiping down every cabinet…in the spirit of the season I sang out a sarcastic version of, Joy To The World.

We spoke during KP.

I scolded her for never throwing anything out.

She told me to fuck off.

It was a touching and emotional mother/daughter dialogue.

Today, we start bagging the clothes for donation.

The liquor cabinet is full…it may not be when I depart.

Rock on, Queen E.

Physically departed, but by no means forgotten.

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