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torqueless":300n2h25 said:
My Dad died last year. For me, 'sorting the shed' is spending time in his personal space.... and it can be a fairly toxic space.. physically and emotionally. About a month ago I discovered the stabiliser wheels from my first bike. Stored for fifty years. WTF? I don't think he was sentimental. In fact I'm not so sure he didn't store these astonishing irrational collections of tat specifically to vex me and mess with my head after he was gone.
I wouldn't mind so much if he hadn't thrown out my Mafac 2000s and Cinelli 66s, and more, thirty years ago, without a word. Never apologised. Pretended he couldn't remember.
I don't remember ever having had a conversation with him about anything. If he ever said anything to me, it was invariably in the form of a diktat.. but he never thought thirty years ago to issue any diktat along the lines of: "Come and pick up your stuff or it's going down the dump."
Anyhow.. I feel like I've got a few things to save and a lot of things to let go of...physically and emotionally..
...know what I mean?
I had Parents, I never had a Mother and Father, I was told at an early age I was a mistake, and treated as such all my life, when I went back to bury my Father I found that every single thing that was part of me, from birth had been disposed of, nothing in the house to show I had existed.
People need to remember not everyone has a family.
On the other hand, i have treated my WANTED and PLANNED three sons 100% different, treating them totally opposite to the way I was treated, funny, the two eldest could not steal enough from me, treated me as bad as my parents and left, i have not heard from them in 10 years.
My youngest, also like me, Autistic is as close to me as I am to him, we cuddle every day and share the same house.
IF YOU, anyone have "family" and care about each other YOU are lucky, make the most of it