Okay, so it has been one week since Joe departed.
I know that Joe would have wanted us to remember him fondly but go on with our lives. So that's what I've been trying to do. But it hasn't been easy. No matter where I go or what I do, I find reminders of Joe.
A few days ago, we had a harvest moon. Looking up into the night sky, I wondered how far out there Joe ended up...or if he is still flying. I went inside and read the paper. I wondered what Joe would have to say about the latest right wing political scandal. I threw the paper down and went into the kitchen to eat dinner. But I just couldn't bring myself to eat it. Mr. Eva had made shish kebab. It reminded me of how Joe had been...um, skewered only a week ago. I lost my appetite.
Finally, I decided that what I really need is a few days away. Some place far away, where there will be no reminders of Joe. I went to the closet to pack, and as soon as I saw it lying there, I remembered.....
Joe sent me back to Tulsa last weekend with a strange suitcase.
In all the commotion, I hadn't even opened it. "What could be inside?" I wondered.
How curious! There were several strange objects...a book, a primitive mask, some indecipherable notes and these two small statues. They're about 11" tall.
What in the world do you think they are?
And...why do you think Joe wanted me to have them?