First Christmas without son
I've been doing my best to heal. Still have times of tears, to be expected of course. I put his few decorations on the bay window. I'm afraid Christmas day is going to be hard. Daughter hasn't been back to do the work she wanted for the album she wanted us to make of his life.
In the meantime I created my scrap book with his emails I fortunately had saved. Then I dug in the card box and added the cards he had sent. Most were humorous, several he made instead of buying. Then I set about making a scrapbook of his years in AFROTC. After Christmas I will deliver that to the Corps for history of the unit.
Part of me would like to hang onto anything pretaining to him. I still have no idea what to do with all his framed certificates and licenses from his work. His sister has one. I'm betting she hasn't hung it either.
We have not set foot in her apartment for years. She is too much a hermit since she lost her job. But her new doc seems to be balancing her meds better than the previous one.
In the meantime I created my scrap book with his emails I fortunately had saved. Then I dug in the card box and added the cards he had sent. Most were humorous, several he made instead of buying. Then I set about making a scrapbook of his years in AFROTC. After Christmas I will deliver that to the Corps for history of the unit.
Part of me would like to hang onto anything pretaining to him. I still have no idea what to do with all his framed certificates and licenses from his work. His sister has one. I'm betting she hasn't hung it either.
We have not set foot in her apartment for years. She is too much a hermit since she lost her job. But her new doc seems to be balancing her meds better than the previous one.