Mom is cleaning house. She called me the night before last and asked me to come pick up some stuff that she and a friend had packed up. My dad’s Chevron car collection that I helped him get started a long time ago. All or most of my grandmother’s photo albums which I asked her to let me keep…so if anyone wants to come look at grandma’s photo albums they’re at my house. I’m still trying to clear out a place to put them. Mom also gave me all of her wrapping paper, which may not be that big of a deal to any of you but it replenished my supply of wrapping paper which I use for my Iris folding cards.
She, mom, called me last night to tell me that she had more boxes of stuff for me to bring home including her blue delft. I am not sure if it’s all of it or just some, she has a lot.
My brother, Kevin, came for a short visit last night and told me he that all of this packing up felt weird to him also…at the same time he, like me, is very excited for my mom. I am glad I’m not the only one that feels this way. My heart seems to be on my sleeve lately, it doesn’t take much to upset me but I am trying to keep it all positive.