Clearing Out Clothes and Crying in Costco

 My father passed away seven weeks ago.  That doesn't get any easier to say or type.  In some ways it is such a surreal feeling and hasn't really fully sunk in yet.  It comes in waves and the strangest things can trigger my emotions.  

In some ways I feel like the full effect of losing him hasn't really hit me because I've had to be in "business mode" since his death.  Even though we had all of his affairs in order, there are still so many details and paperwork that needs to be taken care of.  Thank goodness for email because its makes things a lot easier when you live out of state.

My heart really goes out to people who aren't prepared and/or equipped to handle all the details and mounds of paperwork that nobody really wants to have to deal with.  Also lets not even get into how difficult and challenging some banks (Truist) and hospitals (Novant) make it to get the tasks completed.

We are so blessed that we don't have to clear out or sell my father's house.  It will be staying in the family.  However, I felt that it was time and I was ready to go through his clothes.  I have a local church that has an I-Reach clothing and food pantry.  I donated some dresses/work clothes and they told me that they are always looking for more men's clothing.  I know it would make my Daddy happy to know that his clothes were going to people who could really use them.

I asked all my family members what items they would like to keep.  I put aside my Dad's favorite Clemson sweatshirt (he loved that sweatshirt like a middle school boy loves his favorite hoodie)  I was doing pretty well going through everything until I got to his slippers.  For some reason, it was so hard to put them in the trash bag.  I think they struck a chord because he was so picky about them and we went through so many until we found the kind that he liked the best.

While I was in town, I ran to Costco. While I was in there I realized that I needed to cancel Daddy's prescriptions at the pharmacy.  I kept on getting text reminders about needing to refill them.  I waited in line and the person who helped me recognized me from having picked up his meds.  That was when I felt my bottom lip start quivering.  I then explained that I needed to cancel all of his prescriptions and then proceeded to burst into tears!  Not exactly how I had planned for things to go but the guy helping me was so sweet and kind while I was blubbering and ugly crying.  

I was able to get myself together and finish my shopping.  Then I walked past the chocolate covered raisins and started to get misty eyed.  Time to wrap up the shopping trip and check out!

Toodles until next time...