Rajah
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Well, I made it past the literal 1 week mark. That was earlier this morning. Like... 5:30 am this morning. 
Today had its ups and downs.
Slept late today, didn't realize how late it was until I actually got up, but I guess I needed it.
Back to mom's house again for yet more sorting. My job was primarily to go through some of my dad's diskettes and CDs and figure out what needed to be fully destroyed (as in cut up type destroyed), what could just be wiped magnetically, and what little we wanted to keep. (Anyone think there's any point in trying to sell diskette boxes (the good hard plastic type) and/or blank 3.5" diskettes and/or old software on 3.5" diskettes/CDs on ebay?)
Then through a few more pictures before I pretty much crashed for the rest of the evening.
One interesting thing, though. My cousin (dad's nephew), who has been staying with us and going through my dad's office wonderfully (he's almost gotten that thing empty -- we want to try and re-paint the office so that room gets a "new identity"), found a collection of magazines my dad had. They're all woodworking, and my cousin wanted the collection, which he would use to fill out his collection then sell the rest on ebay and send us the proceeds (or use them to make something we've requested he make). Well, one thing woodworking that I always wanted to get into but never had the time (beyond watching my dad a time or so) was scroll-saw work. So I've requested that my mom or I keep the scrollsaw, and I wanted any magazines with good scrollsaw patterns and instructions in them.
My cousin left for a while to run an errand, and I went up to look through the magazines. Without knowing where my cousin had put the magazines, I go into my dad's closet and straight for the magazines I wanted. I didn't even know they *existed*, let alone where they were, yet I went straight for them. Turns out these weren't the ones my cousin was wanting, he hadn't even found them yet either. Oh -- and another magazine I'd mentioned wanting was in that stack, too.
Just kinda interesting, that the one magazine I specifically wanted to keep was the one I found immediately as though I knew where to look. I don't *think* he ever showed me that was where he put them...
We'll see if I have time, but one thing I'd like to do when things settle down and warm up a little but before things get too hot is I want to try my first scroll-saw pattern. My dad showed me how to do it a while back (like, 8-10 years while back), but I think I remember how it's done.
Anyway, ended the evening coming back here. My mom had me bring home a good portion of the collectibles my dad had in his office -- that's one thing I specifically requested that if she didn't want to keep at her place, I wanted them. Every one of those items has some memory attached that I wanted to keep. So she complied. I just spent the evening re-arranging things on my shelves so that I could display some of his collection. Which made me feel really good, that I was able to bring a small part of my dad back home with me.
It still hasn't fully sunk in yet. Not really. Doesn't matter that we've been through the events and memorial and are cleaning out 15 years of pile-up and 35+ years of memories, it still doesn't feel real. I keep expecting him to walk downstairs or call from the airport to say he's back in town, or pick up the phone when I call.
I still suspect it's not going to really sink in completely for several more weeks, maybe even a couple of months.
Two specific prayer requests again, if I could:
1) That my mom get over her guilt (she's hiding it better, but she still feels she's in part to blame)
and
2) That my mom get over her anger. That utter despair and inability to go on has been replaced with a boiling anger that she won't be able to move on until she can let go.
Anger and guilt still haven't really grasped hold of me for very long yet. Won't surprise me if those are still coming, though.
But for now... sleep.
Today had its ups and downs.
Slept late today, didn't realize how late it was until I actually got up, but I guess I needed it.
Back to mom's house again for yet more sorting. My job was primarily to go through some of my dad's diskettes and CDs and figure out what needed to be fully destroyed (as in cut up type destroyed), what could just be wiped magnetically, and what little we wanted to keep. (Anyone think there's any point in trying to sell diskette boxes (the good hard plastic type) and/or blank 3.5" diskettes and/or old software on 3.5" diskettes/CDs on ebay?)
Then through a few more pictures before I pretty much crashed for the rest of the evening.
One interesting thing, though. My cousin (dad's nephew), who has been staying with us and going through my dad's office wonderfully (he's almost gotten that thing empty -- we want to try and re-paint the office so that room gets a "new identity"), found a collection of magazines my dad had. They're all woodworking, and my cousin wanted the collection, which he would use to fill out his collection then sell the rest on ebay and send us the proceeds (or use them to make something we've requested he make). Well, one thing woodworking that I always wanted to get into but never had the time (beyond watching my dad a time or so) was scroll-saw work. So I've requested that my mom or I keep the scrollsaw, and I wanted any magazines with good scrollsaw patterns and instructions in them.
My cousin left for a while to run an errand, and I went up to look through the magazines. Without knowing where my cousin had put the magazines, I go into my dad's closet and straight for the magazines I wanted. I didn't even know they *existed*, let alone where they were, yet I went straight for them. Turns out these weren't the ones my cousin was wanting, he hadn't even found them yet either. Oh -- and another magazine I'd mentioned wanting was in that stack, too.
Just kinda interesting, that the one magazine I specifically wanted to keep was the one I found immediately as though I knew where to look. I don't *think* he ever showed me that was where he put them...
We'll see if I have time, but one thing I'd like to do when things settle down and warm up a little but before things get too hot is I want to try my first scroll-saw pattern. My dad showed me how to do it a while back (like, 8-10 years while back), but I think I remember how it's done.
Anyway, ended the evening coming back here. My mom had me bring home a good portion of the collectibles my dad had in his office -- that's one thing I specifically requested that if she didn't want to keep at her place, I wanted them. Every one of those items has some memory attached that I wanted to keep. So she complied. I just spent the evening re-arranging things on my shelves so that I could display some of his collection. Which made me feel really good, that I was able to bring a small part of my dad back home with me.
It still hasn't fully sunk in yet. Not really. Doesn't matter that we've been through the events and memorial and are cleaning out 15 years of pile-up and 35+ years of memories, it still doesn't feel real. I keep expecting him to walk downstairs or call from the airport to say he's back in town, or pick up the phone when I call.
I still suspect it's not going to really sink in completely for several more weeks, maybe even a couple of months.
Two specific prayer requests again, if I could:
1) That my mom get over her guilt (she's hiding it better, but she still feels she's in part to blame)
and
2) That my mom get over her anger. That utter despair and inability to go on has been replaced with a boiling anger that she won't be able to move on until she can let go.
Anger and guilt still haven't really grasped hold of me for very long yet. Won't surprise me if those are still coming, though.
But for now... sleep.
