It's been lovely having child 4 and 4a back again, I hadn't thought I'd see so much of them them this summer, despite it being a sad summer with my Dad dying suddenly, the timing in respect couldn't have been better with all the kids being around for the funeral and to help out and provide ongoing support over the following weeks.
I feel like all I talk about these days is my Dad, I guess that is natural and to be expected. My life is consumed with grief, everything I do makes me think about my Dad. People keep saying my Dad would be so proud of me, the way I'm handling things, helping my Mum, organising the finances, sorting his things and giving/selling them to a new home where they'll give others pleasure and I should take pleasure and pride from that. Sadly I would not be making my Dad proud, he would be going bloody mad at me right now, if he was still alive, if this was a job I had to do because he was in ill health and the house had to be sold. Him and Mum were in the process of wanting to move, but Dad would've taken years to have sold his stuff, to have downsized, he had started, but he found it hard and he would never have accepted help in doing it. I used to beg and plead with him over recent months to sort his stuff out and not leave me to have to do everything after he died, sadly this has been the case, but during my last few visits he had spoken to me about finances and left everything in order, neatly labelled and had shown me where everything was, although not shown me what everything was. He had pointed out items that he thought were of particular value and had spent time telling me about items in the house with family links so when the time came, which we all thought was much further away, I'd know what to keep and what to sell.
225 Sunday Cocktail Emptied out Dad's drinks cabinet, neither him or Mum drank.
226 Monday Bling. Visited the old Rank Xerox plant in the Forest of Dean.
227 Tuesday Ticket. Birmingham City v Bolton 0-0
228 Wednesday I Love.
229 Thursday Spots. We seem to spending most of our time here in the garage.
330 Friday Traffic. We rarely used the front door when Dad was alive, it was saved for visitors and the lock was dodgy.
331 Saturday Soft Focus. Take that photo, don't worry about make up or hair, just live the moment.
On the blog this week:
My Sunday Photo: P is for Paraphernalia