The Final Chapter


chapterSitting in the empty shell of my house, immersed in the echo of memories, I waited for my San Diego “angels” to arrive. I was in awe of these incredible friends who were piling their kids into the car (on a moment’s notice!), driving six straight hours and graciously giving me their time, friendship and support. When I heard the truck at 11:30 pm, my body melted. Hugs, embraces, and smiling faces assured me that everything would be okay. Mini angels thought free play at midnight was the ultimate dream. They raced from room to room. Bouncing off walls, chasing Lucy, and playing as though the sun were shining brightly at dawn, they were overjoyed.

In the meantime, the “elders” scanned the house for neglected items. Oh boy! I thought I had scoured every nook and cranny. Every drawer. Cabinet. Shelf. Wrong! “Captain Angel” discovered lost treasures in every room. Art supplies. Toss. Cables. Toss. Wires. Toss. Signed basketball. Another one? How many did we have? And just when we thought we were done, drawers full of cassette tapes. Aerobics. Step classes. Classic 80s-90s. Video tapes. VCR movies. Ryan’s tennis matches. Keep? Toss? 1990 US Open Final, Agassi vs. Sampras. We laughed. It was good. I needed that. Memories.

chapter 1By 1:00 am we were done. Was I ready? Not sure. This was it. I had to close the door. Really close the door. The final time. I stood in the kitchen. I looked around. I couldn’t bear it any longer. It was time to walk away. I kept telling myself, it was no longer a home. It was merely a shell. A house. A place that would become a home to new people. They would make new memories there. I don’t think I would ever go back. So I walked out the garage door. I walked to my car. My dear “angel” held my hand. She was there with me. She asked me if I was ok. I wasn’t. But I would be. I had to be. It was time to move on. And so I was. I was lucky to have the best friends there to guide me. To support me. To comfort me. We got in the car. And the hardest part was watching the garage door slowing slide down. It was like watching the end of a sitcom. The final chapter. I imagined the characters on stage. They would be standing there. Waving. Hugging. As the curtain closed. This was the end. The end of my chapter. The beginning of a new one. And so it was time.

To be continued…

chapter 2

Mikki Eveloff

I am certainly no princess, but I did marry my Prince Charming. We had the once upon a time and the “almost” happily ever after until August 30th, 2014 when my Prince Gregger died tragically on the beach in Maui. I believe in fairytales. I believe in fate. I believe that “everything happens for a reason.” We planned a lifetime together…75 years to be exact. Someone or something changed our plans and gave us a new “ever after.” So here I am. I am still a wife, but now they call me a widow. I am a mom and grandma…three children, two in-laws, and two grandchildren. Life has changed and it’s time to move forward. It doesn’t stop, it keeps on going, so I do too. It’s my choice. Be happy, be grateful. It’s the only choice. I have a treasure trove of memories to share..it’s how I keep the happily ever after alive. A True Love Fairytale is 40 years of memories…it’s the essence of our happily ever after. It’s the imperfections of our perfect marriage. And it’s what makes today beautiful.

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