When both your parents are gone, the difficult task of going through "stuff", or personal posessions, has to take place.
I was starting to look at things and say "These don't belong to me, they're Mom's. I don't want them!", or, "I shouldn't have these, they don't belong to me!".
Funny. My sister was thinking the same.
We found the odd thing of Dad's too. It's been rough. Finally, everything was cleaned out of the apartment by February 13th. I guess it helps to have a deadline.
Embrace grief. That's what I've been told.
Both parents are gone now. A strange feeling indeed.
And at the end of the day, I miss them both so much.
I was starting to look at things and say "These don't belong to me, they're Mom's. I don't want them!", or, "I shouldn't have these, they don't belong to me!".
Funny. My sister was thinking the same.
We found the odd thing of Dad's too. It's been rough. Finally, everything was cleaned out of the apartment by February 13th. I guess it helps to have a deadline.
Embrace grief. That's what I've been told.
Both parents are gone now. A strange feeling indeed.
And at the end of the day, I miss them both so much.
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