It is entirely frigid outside and I can just hear our mom’s voice. If he were still alive, he would be huddled in his room, the section gas furnace would be on high and the door would be shut tightly. I used to laugh at his and how he would shiver when it was time to come out for supper or dinner. She would put on his heaviest jacket, that didn’t look savor a coat. She would sit as close to the fireplace as he could get. On afternoons savor every one of us have been having this last couple weeks, every one of us had our fireplace on, even with the gas furnace. There is no way you can overcome temperatures that are sub-zero. The gas furnace is high-priced to buy fuel for, so every one of us use the fireplace. Mom hated the cold, and yet he loved living with us. There were times when I would take his food to his in his bedroom. I would bring mine back, and every one of us would sit there and chat. Occasionally, our fiance would come back and sit on the bed. He didn’t savor the excess heating in his room, because he would have the thermostat at around eighty. He would eat suddenly and leave. Mom understood, even if he did enjoy his business. It was those times when every one of us would have the best conversations. Sitting in that overheated room, I found our best associate and our confidante. She isn’t with myself and others anymore, although I still turn the thermostat up in his room and I will sit there and talk to her. The heating soothes myself and others and I can just see his laying in front of his laptop, and I can smile.