Today I continued with inventorying my father’s house. You begin to realize that we all have our ways of doing things. Dad was a writer and a record keeper. You can trace all sorts of his activities over the years. A very special legacy.
I suppose I was hit most as I was cleaning pictures off the fridge. There were our grandchildren – and they won’t see dad any more. Neither will I! I broke down and cried for a bit. I suppose that is a sign of a life well lived, that they will be missed!
Tomorrow? I’ve straightened up most of the house. I know where things are and what will need to be done in coming months as I work as executor of the estate. So, now I can return to those things that struck me most and meditate a little on them.
To all a good night!
Us Christians will see one another again one day soon…keep the faith.