I am so sorry that I never told you how much I loved you and now you are gone. I just can't believe it. I am saddened by absence of your humming, the house seems so empty without it.
All the hours we spent in the kitchen together will be remembered with fondness, and I will never forget your tireless energy and your willingness to help me with menial task of washing my dishes.
You carried about your business in the kitchen like nothing was wrong, and I am almost angry that you gave me no warning that you were having issues with your health and would soon die. Yesterday, I knew something was wrong when you just didn't care anymore and decided to smoke for the first time... and just moments before I had to pull the plug, you made odd sputtering and popping noises.
I sensed a spark in you at that moment, a great and horrible spark that I never knew you even had in you. It was almost as if you had decided that life could be summed up in the way in which you left this earth, that your final act would be a memorable one. If only you had warned me, shown some sign that something was amiss... I could have had someone take a look at you and fix what had been ailing you.
I didn't know that the slight leaking from your bottom was that serious. Maybe that was the sign that you were trying to show me... and I ignored it like a fool. I just cleaned up after you and went on believing that everything was alright.
You cold body remains in my kitchen and it is horrifying to me that soon you will sit out in the cold, frozen, for anyone to harvest your parts if they wish. The thought of strangers touching you is almost more than I can bear. I only wish that we had the money to dispose of you properly.
I hope you do not think poorly of me and will understand when I eventually move on and search for another to fill the void.
You once brought Joy and Sunlight into my life, and I feel a gentle warmth Cascade over me when I think of our time together. Dishwasher... you will be sorely missed.
Rest in peace.
1995?-2007~mert
8 comments:
ROLF
dude you had a dishwasher... totally jelous
What a touching tribute to your dear departed friend, Dishwasher. May his (her? its?) memory live on in your heart, and may you soon find another reasonably priced, high quality replacement. My thoughts are with you during this difficult time.
Oh how we love and miss our appliances when they have to leave us without notice. I am in sorrow for the loss of my big mixer..(sniff as I wipe my tear away) I hope that Santa will be kind enough to at least give me a down payment on a new one. My thoughts are with you and I'll pray for your dishpan hands until you can find a replacement.
Love you bunches
Marci
OMG, Mert! This is hysterical!
I've always been a wash-by-hand person myself. :)
I hope Santa brings you a new friend for Christmas.
Sorry for your lost. I lost a good friend like that once too. However, mine was kind of b*itchy at times. Not a true friend kind of two faced.
maggie at http://maggie.coffeeshopmafia.com
You had me going there for a minute, I thought one of your cats had died and you were paying tribute to it. You are tooooo much.
Have a great day.
Love you,
Aunt Yvonne
Mary, you're a nut. Oh, excuse me, dork.
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