time passes

I went through my mothers clothes the other day, mostly because my dad was about to. It was harder than I expected, but I got through most of it. There are still shoes and bags to be dealt with. My dad says he’s going to pull that stuff out of the closet tomorrow. He also promises he won’t throw anything away without checking with me first. He’s acting really different. Normally he would just throw stuff away without asking.

I’m still feeling very tired and confused. I took a long nap this afternoon/evening and I’m still tired. I guess it was time for one of those sleep all day and night times to come around. They catch up with me every once in a while. I think its just general stress that makes me so tired. Either that or my thyroid is way off. I hope that’s not the case. I need to go get it tested, I’m overdue for that.

I really thought I had more to say.


One thought on “time passes

  1. I’m glad you went through your mom’s clothes, and that your dad is being cooperative. My dad gave away 99 percent of my mother’s possessions when my mother died. I was only 3 at the time so I had no clue what was really happening to say anything, but now I have pretty much nothing of hers and it’s very difficult. I feel like everything I know about her is from the random stories I’ve heard over the years, all of which paint her as some sort of saint. She was not- she was a good person, don’t get me wrong, but surely she wasn’t perfect. I feel like i have no accurate picture of the woman. I think ‘stuff’ sometimes paints a more accurate picture of a person than you realize.

    When I was very little my mother had these fenton birds that she kept in the windowsill. When I was good she’d take them down and we’d each get one to play with, and her and I would pretend to fly them around the front room before my sister got home from school. Of course my dad got rid of those too, though I have since gotten replicas on ebay. But it’s still not the same- I don’t exactly remember the second one so I have one that I think is what it looked like. I try not to be mad at my dad about that, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.


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