Cleaning out weekend

Oh Johnny, the collector of collectors. We took a weekend to try and sort some of the thousand things that he had laying around...all of his "good to have" stuff. Just to give an example of what we were up against...we threw away 4 fridges, 8 coffee makers, 12 speakers, old saved wall paper, old flooring, a wardrobe and just an endless pile of stuff. Three truck loads to the dump later and we had still only scratched the tip of the ice-berg.

Mom had suggested to Johnny a few times that maybe they could clean some things out, but Johnny just wasn't on the same page. And in reply to mom's trick of trying to make him feel guilty, telling him how his children would one day have to take care of it all, he just said "that's not gonna be my problem." Ha ha, that's just so Johnny, and how right he was, cause here we stand today with a pile of things to get sorted out while he's probably around somewhere with a little smirk on his face watching.

It's tough to throw out the things of a person that was a part of your life, a person you loved. And although we know that his memory really isn't in the stuff that just laid around collecting dust, that the memories are in our mind and heart there is still so much pain to be found in the eyes of mom and the boys. As mom said it, "it feels like throwing away his life."

No matter what though, I'm sure Johnny is happy about how all his "stuff" is another thing that brings us together in all of this and time together is nice.