Sunday, July 27, 2008

Why does everybody assume that I have special powers to see through huge stacks of boxes; piles of assorted (and mostly not sorted) miscellaneous crap; reams of papers and files; mountains of clothes,shoes and jackets; all spread out over three zip codes, to find that one special item that Mary used to have?

(Of course, I have all the good shit. Three tons worth, all hidden under my bed where nobody else can have it.)

I know she's laughing at me.

4 comments:

Uncle Ben said...

Sounds like some folks need to show some consideration and a little patience. Bless their intentions and get to it when you are able.

Kristopher said...

I agree with Uncle Ben. It also sounds like some people, if they're so dang impatient, need to come over and help you sort through all that stuff.

Take care and I hope you are doing well through your grieving process. There is no such thing as "getting over it." The only thing you have is the ability to live life enjoyably while at the same time remembering the fond times and memories of your sister.

I am no expert on this topic so just take my words as you see fit.

Additionally, these words are not coming at you with any sort of brashness or sarcasm. I know you probably know that already, but most my posts have a hint of sarcasm in them.

Bike Bubba said...

Welcome to the joy of being an executor, Gino, and glad to see that many of the worst parts of probate seem to be over.

Gino said...

thanks, guys.
they all mean well, its just that they dont 'get' it.
i've been dispersing stuff slowly. not intentionally. its just that i am slow to do it. it takes time.
and right now, i'm trying to pack up my own house for my upcoming move.

i've even had her high school friends calling me with requests. mostly stuff like pictures and tokens of their early lives together. and she had a lot of friends.
they mourn as well.