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| When a loved one passes, someone has to go through their things and dispose of them. So my elderly father and I have this job, to sort, discard, donate, or give away my late brother's belongings. It's a hard chore, but at least therapeutic. For a little longer, you connect with your lost one, by touching his belongings, by glimpsing into the more private side. My brother threw coins everywhere. At one time, he had jars available for easy tossing. But apparently, in recent years they were thrown into dresser drawers, night stands, a desktop, the kitchen counter, a table beside his TV chair. We're keeping track for probate reasons, as well as expenses. We never realized how organized he was. You wouldn't guess it from what I've said so far, but he was very tidy about receipts, paying bills, important papers. We've found it all with ease. Even his collections were organized, at least up until the very end. He was sick and getting worse.It was beginning to affect his ability to endure, to keep on track, to care about routine. If he didn't see the peanut butter jar, he opened a new one. He had 3 open, with hardly anything taken out of them. We're beginning to realize the depth of his suffering, and his determination to carry on without complaint or asking for help. This work is tiring. It's tedious and emotionally draining. It's necessary work. Will it help us go on without him? When I look at the pictures on the wall, the photographs he kept, and the canned goods in the cupboard, or when I stand in the room where he died, I feel a connection. I miss you, Jack. |
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