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this morning and came across several birthday greeting from "big dawg" and old "uncle Mario", on the occasion of his 80th birthday. He only passed on the 11th and I am sad because we have gone through many of his things. I've tossed some old clothes, mostly out of date or worn out. Lots of old shoes, some from the pants suit days but he never ever had one. I separated things into what I will keep and for his 91 yrs he really didn't accumulate a lot of stuff. I sent him on his journey with his favorite jewelry items that he always wore. I thought it would be strange to keep them, since I always remembered him wearing them. I will see if his brother wants a couple of his good winter coats and suits and the rest will go to charity. I have more crap then he had and its taken over the house, from my library to my 18th century downstairs. He had his office furniture and a favorite chair (which I was replacing again as a Christmas present, he never got)a bedroom set he bought as a Christmas present for his wife (my aunt)back in 1969, but not much else. A friend at work is buying the bedroom set, minus the queen mattress/box spring for her daughter. He never had great wealth, but from the measure of family photos, he lived life, like he did. I find it funny, but him and I both were savers and I beat him with savings. I always remember him as a kid giving us a quarter or fifty cent piece. He would always try to guess how much change I collected in a year, when I rolled it. I'm still a little down since my (his) house is now empty. I've been thinking of getting another pet, perhaps a dog (cats like me but I think its there way of just trying to piss me off) they will not leave me alone. I've decided to use his room the largest in the house as my office/library and to convert the old one into a single bedroom. So many things to do to reclaim a regular life and routine. It still makes me sad when I can't find him or hear him in the house. I've tired cooking for one and it just doesn't work. Sorry for the lengthy post, just thoughts running around in the old noggin.
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