Since my dad passed away, and it still feels like a bad dream, or at the very least like he's on the longest vacation of his life, and will be back anytime now, but sadly that isn't the case. I've been browsing job sites more and more now (no luck), and I'm sort of half into that, and half not. I managed to already clean out my dad's room, which took me two weeks. I'm referring to myself having cleaned out the room, and that's the case. I spent the last week and a half going through the room, clearing the dressers, putting things in bins, donating the clothes, and today on the one month mark, I finished it.
It wasn't easy to say the least. There were a lot of memories I got to look back on while cleaning out the room. The room still had stuff from my mom, so I got to go down memory lane with both parents as I cleaned the room out. There's empty furniture, and a king sized bed, and a couch that was only bought this year that remains in the room. Clothes that do remain in the closet, will get used by myself. There's an HDTV that will not be getting much use (if any) for the time being in the room. As for what will happen to the stuff, all I can say is it's too early. Most likely the stuff will either be given away, or sold.
I figured I'd write this entry right now, close to 11:30 at night, particularly because I've found myself dreading the night, as the loneliness sets in. I find myself missing so much. I live with my two brothers (one is older, and the other younger), and the conversations just aren't the same.
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