I really don’t spend a lot of time thinking about love and what it looks like. This summer I had the occasion to do so.
My sister-in-law, Allene died unexpectedly this summer. She was the wife of my youngest brother and she was like a friend to me. My brother was mostly devasted and lost. They had been planning to move to another state. My sister in law, in her usual neat and organized manner had been packing for weeks and had packed most of their home.
As I stated before my brother was almost immobilized with grief. I went to his home in Miami to help him finish packing the house so that he could concentrate on his next steps. As soon as I got there, I thought that I needed to cook him a meal. He hadn’t had a decent one since his wife died. Food is a great comforter and when I don’t know what to say or do, I cook.
I went to the kitchen in the small comfy home. Everything in the kitchen was spotless. Of course, Allene had packed everything already. The cabinets were completely empty.
Then, I saw on the corner of the countertop, some neatly stacked dishes. Two plates, two coffee cups, two glasses and two sets of silverware. It took several seconds before I could stop staring at them. Tears ran down my cheeks. It hit me at that moment that my sisterfriend was gone. More importantly though, was that this simple portrayal spoke so much about the love that she and my brother had. Those dishes seemed sad but a very beautiful symbol of caring.
While I was there, I could not eat out of those dishes. I knew that they were not meant for me. I also know that I when I think of love, I will always think of two plates, two coffee cups, two glasses and two sets of silverware.