When Bill died I deleted my previous blog thinking I wouldn't continue blogging. They say one shouldn't make any rash decisions following the death of a loved one, I guess this was one of those decisions I shouldn't have made.
I haven't had much time to just sit and grieve. Shortly after we buried him, I decided to move to Florida to take care of my mother who is currently trying to care for my father who has Alzheimer's. This is really stressing her out. I've found a house to rent directly across the street from my parents so I will have my own space, a little peace and quiet (as much as one can have with two terrier mix dogs). I'm going to miss my life and friends on Signal Mountain - tai ji, church, Bible study, exercise group, walks in the woods with the dogs, doggie door to fenced back yard. Oh am I going to miss that doggie door. The new digs don't even have a fenced area for me to let the dogs out - I'll have to walk them every time they need to go out.
Moving on such short notice is exhausting. So is sorting through 60 years of accumulation by Bill. The man never threw anything away. I've been sending trunks of pictures and other memorabilia to his children and grandchildren who live on the other side of the country.
Thanksgiving will be a quiet time for me - more sorting through drawers and cabinets. I already have a truckload of stuff that needs to go to the dump.
Yesterday, I sent a truckload to Northgate Auction for sale. Since Bill was a well-known and much beloved figure at these auctions for the past 20 years, I suspect a lot of people will bid on the pieces just because they once belonged to him. Everyone knew Bill didn't buy junk. He was always willing to offer his expertise concerning antiques and paintings. His closest friends thought is was a divvy. I'm not the only one who will miss him.
I haven't had much time for reading. I'm exhausted by the end of each day; it's hard to keep my eyes open when the sun goes down. It's been so long since I had to make all the decisions by myself.