Wish you all were still here.. .
My dad would have turned 104 years old today, if he were alive!
He's been gone over 20 years now. My mom followed just a year and a half later. The first to go was my oldest sister; she passed over 30 years ago, and my youngest brother passed just a week before my birthday last month. My family is almost all gone.
There are only 3 of us left! My 2 oldest brothers and myself; The baby of the bunch. My oldest brother turns 71 on the 24th and my other older brother turns 70 on December 12th. Being the youngest, I'm feeling like I may end up being the last man standing. I must admit, it's a bit of a lonely feeling sometimes.
Sucks getting older in some ways. You start losing the ones you love.
I got word today that my youngest brother's ashes have finally been given to the family and they are with my oldest brother now. We are still waiting for the coroner's report to find out the cause of death. There is a suspicion and investigation of murder... so it's been hard to get into the "Holiday Season".
Grief is a process.. One must allow themselves time ~ regardless of how long it takes other folks. We all handle our emotions in our own ways.
I tend to clean, sort and go through 'stuff' that's needed done for a long time. Somehow the sense of accomplishment, gives me some sort of contentment. With that said... I feel for the garbage man lately!
It's late and there is still a lot to do before this weekends' event. So I shall say good night for now...