We went out to mom’s today for a check up. Rick wanted to bring the riding mower home, and I wanted to see if the fleas we were fighting all month in August (and into September…) were finally gone now that her cats have been in their new homes for a couple of months.
On our way over, my son asked if Nana was going to be there. I told him no, Nana isn’t with us anymore. Then, when we were pulling up, he asked where she lives now. I reminded him that Nana died, and that she lives in our hearts now. Finally, when we had been there a little while, he said “Mommy, I’m really sad that Nana died.”
Aren’t we all…
p.s. the fleas survived.
Oy, you’re killing me here…
I’m so sorry you’re having to revisit your loss over and over.
On another note, I used to have an office in a large house that had fleas from resident raccoons in the attic and underneath the floor. Any chance there’s still an animal population supporting the fleas? Fleabusters was the answer for that house (and ours too, since they came home with me… gack!). You can get their borate powder and apply it yourself if they’re not in your town.