**You See A Sofa**

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You See A Sofa

It's a Drexel Heritage down-filled sofa. It's not contemporary like all my other sofas were. It's my ‘grandma’ sofa. Grandma's have traditional furniture. I love the pumpkin chenille fabric and the bun feet … but I don't like the way the tips of the feathers work their way through the fabric to stick and poke you when you don't expect it. One Sunday faternoon, after splashing and playing in the pool, the girls and I curled up to watch a movie while dinner cooked. Later that evening after everyone went home I noticed a small pile of feathers on the floor in front of the couch. I smiled inside. Tori must have been pulling the feathersout of the large cushion to drop them on the carpet. I smiled because I used to do exactly the same thing at Ma's house when I was in 2nd grade, too. This is the sofa that I slept on for several months after Craig died. I just couldn't sleep in our bed … where I found him that morning. It's the comfortable sofa that Helen sits on when she visit … curled up under a soft blanket with her slippered feet resting on the coffee table edge. It's the place where my Mom sits to drinkher morning coffee and do the daily puzzles in the newspaper. RaKell and I, wearing our jammies and with pillows under our arms, occupy our place on each end of it and watch Jack Bauer safe the world. It's the spot where RheAnna lays for her afternoon nap on Mammy Days. Funny how the things in your home can evoke old memories and be a part of the new ones. The sofa won't last forever. That's why I'm scrapping about it. To help the girls remember those cuddle moments, help me remember the quiet times with my mom, and to remind me of how I made the transition from Mom to Grandma … wife to widow.