If You Stay Hidden, I Won’t Let Them Spray
Luna and I moved into my mom's basement. It's a lovely two-bedroom, partially finished basement. We came here for a year to save money and to mourn.
Luna hates it; she misses home. Home to Luna is the house in Draper, Tom's house. Even though I lived there since 2010, it never quite felt like home to me. Tom owned the house for years before he and I met in 2008. And after Tom passed away, it really didn't feel like home.
A year ago in October, the trailer house we bought in Phoenix was more like home for me; we bought it together, even though I am now selling it. I fell in love with the Sonoran Desert and love the Phoenix area. I will probably end up back there. Yet, it also isn't home without Tom.
I will use what I have left from Tom's life insurance and the proceeds from selling the Phoenix house as a down payment on something once I am in a better place emotionally.
I am so thankful Tom and I had a plan in place in case of his death. He was a procrastinator, he hated making decisions, and he left many things undone. But he made so many decisions in the last 12 months that I now realize were his way of taking care of me.
He was not the best communicator either, but we had multiple conversations about his house in Draper. He knew I didn’t want it, and he knew I was so…
