Blindsided
So, roughly 13 years ago I was pregnant and my dad was dying. One day I was working at Suncoast and my mom and dad showed up unexpectedly with this giant bag. Inside was this foam, fold out "couch" that was decorated with Toy Story. Now, Toy Story is my one of my favorite movies ever, and we didn't know what we were having, so we decorated the room in primary colors and Toy Story posters. So the couch was perfect. And we have had it for almost 13 years. And it is well loved and well used and it's time to get rid of it. Both boys are too big for it. But it was the last thing my daddy ever gave me and it was for the baby he pretty much knew he was never going to see.
On Saturday, I put the couch outside in our breezeway to take to the dump. Today I thought "I'm going to cut a piece of the fabric off to have as a memory. So I got out the box knife and started cutting. And sobbing uncontrollably. And then I came in with my two pieces of cloth and sank to my knees and cried some more. I'm still crying. It feels like I'm saying goodbye to my dad and cutting my last tie with him. And I can't breathe and my chest hurts and someone make it stop.
Also, never cut things with a box knife while crying.
The fabric swatches in question
On Saturday, I put the couch outside in our breezeway to take to the dump. Today I thought "I'm going to cut a piece of the fabric off to have as a memory. So I got out the box knife and started cutting. And sobbing uncontrollably. And then I came in with my two pieces of cloth and sank to my knees and cried some more. I'm still crying. It feels like I'm saying goodbye to my dad and cutting my last tie with him. And I can't breathe and my chest hurts and someone make it stop.
Also, never cut things with a box knife while crying.
The fabric swatches in question