Yesterday morning Junior and I took all of my father's papers, (and believe me, he had saved
every bank statement, light bill etc., that he EVER received,) to the 'industrial' paper shredding facility. We had the trunk and the back seat of my car loaded with boxes filled with Dad's 'papers.' They only charged 15 cents a pound to shred...but my, did those pounds add up!!!
My car is now loaded again, and we are preparing to take the final load of items to the local charity shop. A friend from work had taken most of the items from the storage facility before Christmas, but there were still a few things left.
I felt like the last trips to storage facility were hanging over my head like a threat-but I just got up the gumption and went and did it! We cleaned the room and returned the keys-It only took me 8 months to get it finished.
I don't feel sad-I thought I would.
(Here comes a part that you might not like...)
My father has only been deceased for since last August, but I feel that he had been gone from us long before that. I didn't feel like I was visiting my father when he was in the nursing home. My father' decline from dementia/Alzheimer's was in giant steps rather than a slow decline. It seemed like he sank overnight into not knowing or understanding. It seemed that he had 'died' a few years before. Physically his body held on, but...I think I did my grieving for my father while he was still alive, so when he physically passed away it was more of a sense of relief than sadness.
Once again I feel a sense of relief...another part over.
