Ryma was incredibly organized. I would say that her administrative prowess was second to none, but that would leave open the possibility that someone was as gifted as she was in this area, and that simply isn’t true.
She kept everything. Knew where everything was. Took care of everything, and it’s paid off for me multiple times, like when I needed the van and Jeep titles, and other legal documents.
I needed to look through some of her things today, and came across these gift cards. Just for fun I looked up how much value was on each one.
$2.35 — Subway
$0.28 — McDonalds
$26.87 — Macy’s
I didn’t want her to have kept them in vain, so last night I let her treat me to dinner at Subway and dessert at McDonalds!
The cashier at Subway asked if I wanted her to dispose of the card, since it had no value left on it. I said, “no,” and explained why it had some sentimental value to me. She and her co-worker seemed genuinely touched by the story, and had some nice things to say.
Organization is one of the areas where our strengths and weaknesses complemented one another, and organizational “entropy” is working its way back into my life. But sometimes little things like this remind me how lucky I still am that she organized and set up our household. I’m still benefiting from it.
Sometime soon I’ll let her buy me a shirt at Macy’s.
Thank you, my dear.