Wonderful Air Outside
The shift in this fall feeling weather had Dennis geared up. Our home’s exterior needed a bath. Tiny cobwebs had caught all sorts of little leaf tips, bugs . . . you name it. The process started out slowly and my job was to make sure he had the walker that he can also turn around and sit on. I stayed out of the way, but kept an eye out.
In between time over these last weeks, I had begun the arduous task of sifting and sorting photo memorabilia. Dennis’ daughter Sandy was my designated Curry to take all that I came across for Dennis’ family. I had started small books for each of the five kids. All additional loose family photos, great grand’s school photos went into a legal sized manilla file folder.
Right now the living room is quite busy. I will find out my nephew Eric’s mailing address in the northern part of the state and Eric will get all that I can put together of his family’s. I am not concerned about my brother Michael’s family as I know the photos I have of their family, is a duplicate from what his family has, that would also be true of my sister Elvera’s family.
Now . . . that leaves the photos that I have and plan on keeping for a time of the events that I have an emotional attachment to from my 81 years. There are the photos and memorabilia for Carrie. There are the photos and memorabilia for Kevin. As the stash of memorabilia from my mother landed up in my home, there are plenty of duplicates for my children and me.
This task has kind of haunted me for some time. I know I already feel as if a weight has been lifted. The weight that I felt was reminiscent to the time when my mom’s farm home and then her apartment needed decisions to be made. I am making choices for my children and then they in turn can make their own choices. I am not assuming anything about my choices. If I have doubts . . . Carrie and Kevin are receiving those choices. Share, share . . . share alike.
In between time, I have a meatloaf to pop in the oven for supper. Dennis made instant mashed potatoes for last night’s supper and there are ample to heat for this evening.
Dennis has half of his task left for tomorrow. It made me happy that he knew when to hold it and when to fold it . . . Just like the song-writer, Kenny Rogers.
With that I will take my leave. ♥