I'm on the second day of my four day visit to my mother's.
I was fairly busy today. I got my hair cut this morning and had lunch in the village of Canning, at one of those diners that have been there for as long as I can remember, but which I had never been to. It was terrific, and I am looking forward to going back to Mom's Kitchen in Canning.
This afternoon, I cleaned up my old bedroom down there. Dad used it sometimes, and some of his things were there. I found a bit for a cordless drill. That was great, because just before beginning that chore I found one of his cordless drills and the corresponding charger. The bit I found is a double, so you have one bit on one end and another on the other. They're commonly-used bits, too, so this was quite a little find, along with the charger. That bit, the drill, the charger, and some other, smaller, bits are back where they belong in Dad's workshop. The drill still holds a charge, too, which is a real bonus.
In my old bedroom, I found something like 4 big clamps. I have no idea what Dad used that many clamps for, particularly in my old bedroom. I don't even want to speculate. Doesn't matter. They're downstairs in the workshop, too.
It is these small victories that I must remember to hold dear. We had spent months looking for that damned charger, and wondered endlessly about where the drill bits were. Now, I have found some. These small victories help me remember my dad, and help me feel closer to him. I can't help but think that he was looking down on me today, smiling appreciatively, and saying, "You did good today, boy!"
The last 7 months have been hard on all of us. We miss Dad a lot. We think about him all the time. I still half expect him to walk in and say hello. I still have a hard time accepting that he is gone.
We have had to make some tough decisions as executors in recent months, and more are to follow. I don't want to get into what they all are because they'd bore you and are none of your business at any rate. We have always tried, however, to do right by our father. We have always tried to do what he would have wanted us to do, both in respect to his will, and in respect to what the intent was. We think we've been right much more than we've been wrong.
7 months and 6 days ago, he left us. In 15 days, Dad's favourite holiday will be here. It will be our first one without him, and I am not looking forward to it at all.
We just miss him so much. It won't be the same.
Sorry for your loss.
Thanks, AM. Appreciate your writing.
Who are you, anyway?
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