Out with the old… well… maybe not all of it.

So, as I had mentioned – we are in the process of cleaning out and purging things in my home.  Or at least trying to.  Sort of too much going on at once, I think – on top of all the usual hustle and bustle. 

We are trying to paint outside.  Also, re-decorating and moving DS1back into his own room again…   giving his little brother his current room.  Basically, they are swapping.  But, this involves ripping down the old Winnie the Pooh wall paper and stuff that they’ve both outgrown, to finally make room for “cool” stuff.  I really hate to see Winnie go….  but, I guess in this house of boys that are getting bigger, I’m the only one who still likes him.  Poor Winnie.  =(

I’m also trying to clean/organize my office.   I emptied out an old closet, where I had shoved a blanket that belonged to my father.  I put it there right after my Dad died years ago.  When I was cleaning on Saturday I found it…  it was like a solid reminder of my Dad, ya know? It was the one my Dad always used – on the couch, in his room, and at the end, in the hospital.  When he passed away, I wasn’t there…  I had finally taken my pregnant self home for a bit of sleep – levaing my brothers with him.  I think, that was what he wanted.  Bright and early on a Sunday morning, my brother called to tell me he had passed away.  I went up to the hospital to see him one last time.  There he was with this blanket…  

After that, my oldest brother had brought the blanket home from the hospital, washed it, and brought it to me – and I told him I didn’t want it. We actually argued about it a bit… and he was insistent that I keep it.  He told me, someday I would want it.  I didn’t believe him at the time… 

I wrote a poem about it yesterday – “The Blanket”.

Imagine that.  My oldest brother being right about something????   LOL ;)

I wonder if I have to admit that to him also??  It totally goes against my little bratty sister image that I still have even after all these years…   ;)

~smj

3 Comments to “Out with the old… well… maybe not all of it.”

  1. A couple of days ago I disagreed with a few commentators who thought that an elderly woman should keep an old but well preserved car because of the memories, when she needed the money for a much needed air conditioner, I say “unto” you. Keep that blanket. Briefly: Just a few days after my husband and our two children moved to a farm in Montgomery County Pa., my father, living in Florida, died from burns he received when fumes ignited when a fishing boats engine was started. I was unable to attend his funeral. Due to three moves since my marriage, anything tangible I may have had from my father was gone. All I have today are a few photographs.

  2. Thanks Mary… yes, I’ll be hanging on to this blanket. I was surprised by how differently I felt about having it around.

    While things are just “things”… it is nice to have some actual momentos from those we love. Still.. what matters most is the things they left that we can’t hold or touch… but only feel. I’m sure you have plenty of those things left to remember your father by…

    Terrible about how he died… Because of my own father’s history with fire – I’m very sensitive to burn victims.

    ~smj

  3. Thanks Mary… yes, I’ll be hanging on to this blanket. I was surprised by how differently I felt about having it around.

    While things are just “things”… it is nice to have some actual momentos from those we love. Still.. what matters most is the things they left that we can’t hold or touch… but only feel. I’m sure you have plenty of those things left to remember your father by…

    Terrible about how he died… Because of my own father’s history with fire – I’m very sensitive to burn victims.

    ~smj

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