Jeannie's Plant

short fiction story about woman dealing with loss

It was early Saturday eveninh when I discovered that Jeannie was still with us. It started out as a pretty typical day . Jason and I had gotten up early, mostly because Cressa didnt give us any other choice. After breakfast, we went our se[erate ways. Jason went into the office like normal. I packed up all the things Cressa and I would need for a day of errands ane we were off as well.

Even though I had the unending demands of my toddler to tend to, Jeannie was still so much on my mind. It had only been a week since her passing, and everything seemed to remind me of her. I would be in the grocery store, trying to keep Cressa's little hands from deolishing the canned food displays, when I would glance at the rows of Spaghettios. It seemed like only yesterdat that Jeannie was telling me, for about the hundredth time, just how nutritional they were. I lauged and rolled my eyes while they teared up.

"Come on, buck up" I tried to cajole myself. "You've got stuff to do, people to take care of, errands to run. You can't do any of that with your face leaking!"

My mind was being the logical one here. OF COURSE I'd come to ters with the death of one of my closeest friendsf...right?? Eventually? However, my heart wasn't on board with that plan. It was all I could do to NOT think, and NOT rerember the friendship that Jeannie and I had shared. Times at the office when I thiought I was going to go crazy, and she would be there to listen to me. She'd be the one to calm me down, and keep me from doing something stupid. Jeannie was much more level-headed than hot=tempered me! Jeannie was the one who introduced me to Jason. She was also the one who listened to me go on and on about how great he was, and did she