My mother's not dead, but at the end of February had to be moved out of her house into assisted living, because she'd developed a tendency to wander out of the house in the dead of night, looking for my dad (dead twenty years), or one of her kids who "hadn't come home from high school" (the last of us graduated in 1986), or, well, you get the picture. Most of her belongings couldn't go into assisted living with her. So we (me, my sister, and her husband) spent March picking mementos. Then my brother-in-law, without asking me or her for any help, brought in a big dumpster and got rid of everything else, because he figured tossing Mom's things would be too hard on us emotionally.
My brother-in-law is an awesome person.
Edited, year of graduation was wrong by ten ... I'm losin' it....
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
My brother-in-law is an awesome person.
Edited, year of graduation was wrong by ten ... I'm losin' it....
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.