We are here
a year ago
At least half the critical stuff is still in San Antonio having been forgotten by the movers (they wouldn't even touch my swords, even the obvious fake ones because 'they are weapons.' Still we made it safety, funny thing is nearly everyone we have spoken to have said '102 S. Panama? There is nothing there!' Okay, I haven't built the SAM site yet so calm down everyone and the neighbors are real quiet (cemetery) 'cept for that dame 'convenience store' across the street.
Unpacking, SO FAR ONLY ONE BOOKSHELF WAS DESTROYED BY THE MOVERS BUT WE SHALL SURVIVE!
New keyboard, damn capslock.
Unpacking, SO FAR ONLY ONE BOOKSHELF WAS DESTROYED BY THE MOVERS BUT WE SHALL SURVIVE!
New keyboard, damn capslock.
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When you RE-discover stuff you never knew (Or had merely forgotten) existed, immediately followed by the sentiment, "I've got WAY TOO MUCH SH*T!"
Best of luck and good fortune with the whole affair!!!
Yeah, that's a tough one (Going through a Loved Ones things after they die)...
Hopefully what you 'Discover' will bring a smile or at the worse, a few tears of joyous memory.
When Papa died, there really wasn't anything to expose/reveal. We all live(d) very simple lives, and most of our secrets are kept within our own noggins. Still, when we gathered after his funeral, to see and sort/decide who was going to inherit what? It was very hard to do. A Man's life, a Father and Husband, and these were all the material things he had gathered... It wasn't much, truth-be-told, because he/I/we just don't lust after material things (For the most part). Everything there however, had STORIES all of us could remember (And yes, we talked about them at length).
I only asked for two things. His M1 Garand, and one set of his Dog Tags. My eldest brother (Being the oldest male member of our immediate family, he was automatically 'Elected' this task), didn't blink twice, reached over and handed me the tags and chain, then the rifle. I totally lost my composure at that point (We sorta all did at times)...
*sighs*
I hope all that your Dad turned over to you, lets you traipse down 'Memory Lane' with equally fond recollections.