I am finding the job of cleaning closets and cupboards to be more difficult than first imagined. Though Mom knows that the job must be done, she has a tough time actually seeing it accomplished. She says she feels like a "displaced person". I suppose that is somewhat how Dave and Leta are feeling also. In a few month's time they have gone from living in their own home to a small basement apartment to two rooms at Mom's. We are simply attempting to make room for them by cleaning out a few closets and a large back room cabinet.
We've purchased some banker's boxes and what is taken out of drawers and off of shelves is packed away and taken to the attic room. We've thrown out nothing but empty boxes, containers, and little nothings. We've taken home precious little, maybe a shirt or two, a harmonica, or a file of Bible study note cards. Dad's boots stand near an old table, his instruments grace the walls, and his diaries and drawings are tucked safely away.
Maybe the reality is slowly sinking in. Maybe Mom has managed to put all of this out of her mind until now. Maybe I really don't have any clue... I find it hard to know what to do or how to comfort my mom. I am quite certain life will eventually settle into a new routine, but until then we will be groping our way through. Then again, maybe if I grab hold of the Hand that is bigger than mine, He will lead the way... In the meantime Dad has left us plenty of things to smile at.
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