There won’t be further posts here until Tuesday (maybe Wednesday) due to the fact that Jurate’s Big Sis arrives tomorrow with a “professional organizer” to deal with Jurate’s stuff over the next two (maybe three) days, and I will be involved to make sure they leave the right things and don’t take the wrong things.
The good news is, sis finally agreed to leaving all the cookbooks and art books to take over to the local library Jurate loved, and let them sell them to other people who will love the books. The last time Jurate went to the library sale, she came home and said that would have to be the last, since she had almost fallen twice in the crowd. Then she said she wanted the books to go back there so they could go to others.
I didn't know Jurate at all, but this little bit you wrote about her wanting her books to go back for the library sale tells me much about her generous heart and kind thoughtfulness. It benefits the library as well as rehomes the books to those who would love them. I have loved libraries all my life, since first grade when I discovered that I could take home any books to read then bring them back and take more home to read. What an amazing concept.
the idea of books being thrown away is one of the most appalling things I can imagine Rochelle was the same way. I still have all her cookbooks even though I'm pretty much a sandwich guy.
Possibly a funny story: After my Grandma Wollberg passed, her two daughters, my Auntie Anne and Auntie Jo, and my mom went to Grandma’s apartment to clear out clothes and keepsakes, etc., before turning over the keys to the landlord. While cleaning out the apartment they came across lots of duplicate food stuffs and cleaning products in the kitchen, such as multiple boxes of oatmeal, and bottles of dish soap, and the like. They thought, “Poor thing, she must have been getting a bit touched in the head. She couldn’t remember what she had bought.”
The following month my mom was shopping, as usual, and of course couponing and shopping the sales. She’s unpacking the groceries and putting away multiple boxes of stuff she had bought on sale. And all of a sudden she stops, takes a long look at the groceries on the counter, turns to my dad, and says, “When I die, be sure to get rid of any duplicates before you let Anne or Jo get into this kitchen!”
Tom, the help will be a good thing, but the going through will likely be painful in places. I’ve been through this, and will be holding you in my heart. We’ll all be here whenever you feel it in you to return. Don’t rush back. There are many of us here who empathize completely. ❤️💔❤️
The good news is, sis finally agreed to leaving all the cookbooks and art books to take over to the local library Jurate loved, and let them sell them to other people who will love the books. The last time Jurate went to the library sale, she came home and said that would have to be the last, since she had almost fallen twice in the crowd. Then she said she wanted the books to go back there so they could go to others.
I didn't know Jurate at all, but this little bit you wrote about her wanting her books to go back for the library sale tells me much about her generous heart and kind thoughtfulness. It benefits the library as well as rehomes the books to those who would love them. I have loved libraries all my life, since first grade when I discovered that I could take home any books to read then bring them back and take more home to read. What an amazing concept.
I applaud her.
the idea of books being thrown away is one of the most appalling things I can imagine Rochelle was the same way. I still have all her cookbooks even though I'm pretty much a sandwich guy.
Fingers crossed for you.
Possibly a funny story: After my Grandma Wollberg passed, her two daughters, my Auntie Anne and Auntie Jo, and my mom went to Grandma’s apartment to clear out clothes and keepsakes, etc., before turning over the keys to the landlord. While cleaning out the apartment they came across lots of duplicate food stuffs and cleaning products in the kitchen, such as multiple boxes of oatmeal, and bottles of dish soap, and the like. They thought, “Poor thing, she must have been getting a bit touched in the head. She couldn’t remember what she had bought.”
The following month my mom was shopping, as usual, and of course couponing and shopping the sales. She’s unpacking the groceries and putting away multiple boxes of stuff she had bought on sale. And all of a sudden she stops, takes a long look at the groceries on the counter, turns to my dad, and says, “When I die, be sure to get rid of any duplicates before you let Anne or Jo get into this kitchen!”
Well, I laughed, so it was funny at least once!
Tom, the help will be a good thing, but the going through will likely be painful in places. I’ve been through this, and will be holding you in my heart. We’ll all be here whenever you feel it in you to return. Don’t rush back. There are many of us here who empathize completely. ❤️💔❤️
we do indeed...
Ditto - I lost my first wife in 1988......going through her stuff was a reminder she was no longer here.
Good luck with it all, TC. I hope it goes smoothly. Your love for Jurate is your strength. Peace.
It is an emotional process.
Be sure you claim the things that are meaningful for you
In your life with Jurate.
I’m glad her sister is helping you with that task. Keep the things that most evoke her, that make you smile.
I hope this goes well. Holding you in my heart.
I had a dream about Janet this morning. She was with other people. She looked younger, looked good. She didn’t need me. It was a good dream.
I've had dreams of Jurate painting seascapes with all her cats around her.
Hope it all goes well, Tom
This is difficult stuff Tom. We are here for you. Take the time you need and take care of yourself.
I hope the time doing this with sis gives both of you (and the kitties) some healing.
Hope it goes all right.
Will be thinking of you my friend.
Semper Fi
Good luck with this.
Best wishes, Tom. I hope it will be not difficult.
We'll miss you.
...and yeah, we certainly will.