This is a very depressing weekend. Yesterday, today and tomorrow I am at my parent's house, trying to clean up some of the accumulation of 35 years of stuff. While my parents were not packrats, they do have an amazing amount of things. Some things are treasures: old photos, unit patches and gear from my father's years in the Navy, old photos of
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It was hard enough cleaning out my Grandparents house. I just moved today, for the third time, the bedset I got out of their house. I like to think it makes me think of them more. I cannot imagine what it would be like for my parents. But I can offer a warm hug and an ear.
By the way, thank-you for the easy Celtic Knotwork class(I'm supposed to teach it to all the scribes in my area soon.)
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Remember, we are here and will drop everything and rush to you if called!
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Much love to you.
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It's not unusual about the Catholic thing. Even though I was never fully indoctrinated after my mother's passing, I occasionally still attend Mass on Easter and Christmas Eve, much like my sister and I did with my grandparents. So far, no buildings have collapsed yet. My one uncle used to say that no matter what, the Church has you for life. As creepy as it sounds, it's somewhat true.
If you need help, let me know so I can make arrangements.
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