Halfway there

[greatbear]

Spent the weekend getting Jeff at least partially moved in. Saturday morning me, Jeff and four friends (including rockybear02) worked at loading up our two trucks. I managed to cram quite a bit into the big red Dodge (which needs a new headlight thanks to some errant road debris (paging danthered...)). After breakfast at Golden Corral (moooooo!), we headed here and unloaded (much easier, no stairs) with help from my bud John. The rest of the day and a good bit of today was spent organizing, integrating our stuff, finding room for things, etc. Some work in the yard before the rain started rounded out the weekend's work.

Jeff was worried about having to move in the wintertime. It was t-shirt and shorts weather on Saturday. It may be wintertime, but winter has been largely AWOL around these parts. It's unsettling, but convenient. Next weekend will be phase two of the move, and will mark the end of Jeff's residence in PA. This week he finishes up his employment in PA. About the move and our future I could not be happier.

But still I am a tangled mess of emotions.

This weekend also marked the start of dealing with Mom's belongings. Anyone who has seen Brokeback Mountain knows how an article of clothing from a lost loved one can bring on the memories and emotions. When there are closets full, it's sometimes too much to bear. In the coming months I have to steel myself for these sorts of occurrances, and hopefully make some good come from it all. I've been putting it off, but time has come. I just hope I can manage.

2007, I hope you are good to me.

(P.S., for all who left such wonderful and encouraging notes in my last two entries, I thank you. I am still seething at Verizon for their actions, and at the same time feeling almost like Mom died again, just a little bit more. While I have lots of pictures, I have very little video or audio. Losing those last messages which were filled with loving words meant to sooth my concerns at the time was shocking. I wish I knew what I could do, other than railing at the automatons at that stupid company. I was at least able to take some comfort in the kindness of friends. Thanks again.)

Comments

[furrbear.livejournal.com]

Hooray for the end of long-distance and the beginning of a unitary household.

And a big ***HUG*** just because.

[greatbearmd.livejournal.com]

Thank ya. :)

[danthered.livejournal.com]

'dI hear my name? I'll go look up which specific ones I sent you and send you another. Your card you used has expired, but we can settle up on that later.

[greatbearmd.livejournal.com]

Danke shoen! I'll try to find you off-blog.

[fjdbear.livejournal.com]

Good luck. And good luck to Jeff (hope he took care of my painting).

I've been down this path. It helps to have someone there (if needed) to bounce off of. Especially when it's time to deal with possessions. Time will help you in your panic and fears. Just IMHO.

[greatbearmd.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Your painting is in safe hands. It will find a new home here. It's a Farnk original! I think it's called Swans, or maybe Ridiculous Bear Profile. Or is it Paul Stanley's Chest? ;)

[knarfd.livejournal.com]

Hmmm Farnk, I like that. ;-)

[devcubber.livejournal.com]

After my grandmother died, I had the onus of clearing out her entire house, which was a veritable museum of things collected in living in one house for over 45 years. Her perfume was still lingering on many clothes, and in coat pockets I would find rumpled tissues and lipstick, ticket stubs and white gloves. I felt a little trespass-y, as I went through drawers and cabinets, closets and dressers. I think I cried 99% of the time I was tackling this effort. But at the same time, I felt like I was spending time with her, via the things she chose, and loved. It gave me a new, different perspective on her, like learning simple little secrets.

I miss her so much. Please surround yourself with people you love that can help you while you do this. My sister came into town and just sat and talked to me while I went through things and it was good support.

Glad Jeff is home.

xo

[greatbearmd.livejournal.com]

I purposely waited in order to have someone else around. It's going to be very tough. The familiar spells, her favorite outfits, her little touches. It's everywhere. And that's not a bad thing. Mementos of a life well lived.