Today was such an odd day. I got a lot of things done. Especially laundry which I had been letting kind of pile up over the weekend. I went in to work and finished up some things. Went to Old Navy as they were having a 50% off clearance sale. Went to the bank. Went and got sushi to go for lunch. Then a walk in the snow. Job blog writing and a small nap. Got all of Bec's items together so I can apply for his SSN tomorrow or sometime this week. I have so been putting that off.
Also during this time I went to my mom's to go through my dad's clothes. It was so weird. I took more than I thought that I would, but in all honesty, not a lot of things reminded me of him. I'm wondering where his other clothes are. But not wondering too much as I know that the evil one probably kept most of them. (For those of you not coming over with me from livejournal, we are having extreme legal estate issues with my dad's "best friend" and "girlfriend". It is a long and horrible, horrible story.)
So, my mom just cries and cries. And I go through drawers and drawers as I am the last one to do so. And I keep thinking, my dad is dead. One month from tomorrow it will be one year. My dad died from cancer. My dad is gone. I took so much because I didn't want to think, "Oh, I should have kept that." My mom is calling the Mission tomorrow to give them the rest. My dad would love that.
Chris was a bit bipolar tonight. He was super sweet when he first got home, then freaked out about the house on me and the kids. That pisses me off as my mom used to pull the same stuff on me while growing up.
So now I'm blogging in bed with Becken snoozing away beside me. I can hear Dora in the living room.
What a weird day. I sure miss dad. I'd better not have ended up with someone else's clothes today that I thought were his. We have been betrayed enough.
3 comments:
Man, that sounds like a rough day. I am sorry to hear about your dad... I don't know the whole story, but my husband had some similar experiences.
My husband's dad died almost 3 years ago of cancer. Near the end, his off and on "girlfriend" for the previous 20 years (read as blood and money sucking, lying, thieving wench) was making subtle comments about when they actually got together for the first time. She basically insinuated that they had been dating while he was still married to my husband's mom. When I realized what she was doing , I wanted to kill her. My FIL was already confused from the brain tumors... so we couldn't ask him, but when I looked at the date n the picture she showed us, it turned out to e true.
Luckily (odd to say), my FIL had already ruined my hubs childhood, and most memories of it, so it wasn't really that much of a shock.
I hope you can hold on to the good times. I am going to pray for you guys, especially your husband. I'm gonna pray you don't strangle him, LOL!
Oh, KariAnne! How hard is that to go through your dad's things? I'm sorry you had to do that...but glad that you have a few things to remember him by.
My mother and her sisters had such a challenge with my grandfather's Girlfriend. When they traveled 2000 miles to attend the funeral, she wouldn't even let them in his house. His own children! She did consent to give them a small vial of his ashes so they could bury him with our family in Oregon. That was it. Out of his huge gun collection and a will that included special family items to go to them...she kept it all. It hurt so badly at the time!
Some people are so cruel...especially at sensitive times. Don't let the bad situation now steal your good memories, though. God is in control! :D
Karianne, sounds like a very sad and rough day. My family had a similar situation when my dad passed away.
My dad's mom and sister were very mean to us, and we haven't spoken to them in almost 10 years. It was over money. I didn't want any of my dad's things, but my brother did and they wouldn't give him anything, and then sold everything, and kept the money for the funeral, and my dad was a Veteran entitled to a free burial, but they chose to bury him closer to home, which cost money no one had and expected us to pay for it.
I agree with Janean. Some people can be so cruel. Hold on to the good memories of your father.
I'll keep your family in my prayers.
Take care and sending lots of hugs and good thoughts your way.
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