I was at an open house last night for a home that will be auctioned soon. The owners have passed away. I understand that the man passed away last year and the woman just recently passed. When I had a slow moment, I looked around to see if there was anything I would want to bid on, since the contents are also being auctioned. I felt a little sad, it's such a neat little house. In one of the bedrooms, there's a book with a bookmark on chapter 2 - so I thought, "she didn't get to finish her book".
There's a dog bed with toys in the living room, and a couple of dog behavior books, so I thought, "I wonder who took her dog".
I couldn't help but think that this house looks like she could still live there, everything is just the way she left it. There's still food in the cabinets. Also in the cabinets, her recipe box. Are you kidding me? No one wants Grandmas Recipes? I just have to believe that her sons really did come in and get some of the things that were important to them - something had to be important - right?
Then, on the side of the refrigerator, I saw this poem.........
There Is No Indispensable Man
by Saxon N. White Kessinger, Copyright 1959
Sometime when you're feeling important;
Sometime when your ego's in bloom
Sometime when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room,
Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul;
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you will be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop and you'll find that in no time
It looks quite the same as before.
The moral of this quaint example
Is do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself but remember,
There's no indispensable man.
The poem was typewritten, the paper was yellowed like it had lived there forever. I told myself, if that's how she believed and raised her sons, no wonder they can't get rid of her stuff fast enough. Still sad though.