My two brothers and I (plus Chris Lee, a proper top bloke!) finally finished clearing Dad's house, garden sheds, greenhouse and garage, on Wednesday. Not too shabby considering it was nine months ago that he passed away! With the sale of the property imminent, closure shouldn't be too far behind - we hope? It was a really weird feeling wandering around the house, that my parents had called home for so many years, without any feeling of attachment. That's it - it's all over and the building will no longer have any part to play in my life; a very strange situation to have to deal with (because that's exactly how I felt as I locked the front door for the final time!) Gas and electricity meters read, in readiness for that contract exchange moment. St. Faith's will still be there, a lasting memorial to my parents vision, a shining beacon, but there will no longer be any part of me that remains in the village. Ash will become, as Hemel Hempstead before, simply a place I lived during my journey through life! Happy days and momentous occurrences being experienced in both locations, never to be forgotten? However, life is for living, so move on - you only get the one chance!
Back into work, for an early shift, today and I really wasn't too sparkling! For the first time, since August 2016, I found myself missing my Dad. Trying to work it out, I figured that it must have been the shutting of the door that kicked in? Well past my sell by date, it seemed strange that such emotion could still have such influence. I did my best to remain sensible, but had phoned Bev with my anxiety at the forefront of our conversation. By talking about my situation I was immediately lifted, spiritually? A chat with Eric, my supervisor, doing the job - I'd cracked it! Whilst it was only my issue, I was struggling, once I'd had a chance to open up, then a problem was no longer a burden. I still find it difficult to cope with Dad's passing, but at least those around me are there when I need them. For that I am truly grateful.
Who am I?
- Dylan Wrathall
- An individual, of no great importance, who is unable to see the natural world as a place for competition. I catch fish, watch birds, derive immense pleasure from simply looking at butterflies, moths, bumble-bees, etc - without the need for rules! I am Dylan and this is my blog - if my opinions offend? Don't bother logging on again - simple!
Dylan, Peter and Thelma will live on in the hearts and souls of everyone they touched. Bricks and mortar mate. Love bob
ReplyDeleteBob, cheers for that! Mum and Dad were influences on so many that they came into contact with, whether that be through school or church (or Scouts?)It was only after I had time on my own that I realised what I'd done, when I locked that door for the final time. I am very grateful for the support of those around me - Mum and Dad would approve I think.
DeleteHoping that you and Wendy are keeping well? We'll all have to get together, at Tim's (?) when it's finished, just like we'd done a Gill's a few years back - God bless - Dyl & Bev