General Discussion & Chat: Stop and visit, talk all you want. pt 23 I think, 1 by terryr

terryr wrote:
Morning girls! I don't have enough time right now to list out all the I've done over the last 2 days! Good grief. I like details. When telling what happened, it seems to me that even the smallest of details make it more understandable, then just giving the basics. My sister would highly disagree with me, but hey, I've done it my whole dang life! So, hence my books or short novels when I come here to write LOL

Crissy, I'm not attached to a lot papers or things like that. Junk, basically. I'm an SO not a pack rat. Can't stand that. But those houses and the memories, I'm attached to those. Yes, I know they live on in my heart, but having something tangible to touch or see, just makes it so much better. When my dad and his lone surviving brother had to sell my grandma's house, where she had lived for 50 yrs. and raised 4 kids, I went to the auction they were having. My dad and his brother decided it wasn't fair to let them and all grandkids just come in and chose what they want and walk out. Somebody else might want it too. So it was an auction. And I got there that morning. And all my grandma's worldly possessions were on the lawn. Everything. Front yard and back yard. And I cried. I cried and my dad grabbed me, and I begged him to make these people go away and put grandma's things back. Please daddy please. I'm 38-39 at that time, and just bawling my eyes out. Begging. My dad told me that he couldn't.

In this picture below? See the cuckoo clock over by the built in china cabinet? That was my grandparents. And I love it. I would be so unhappy if I hadn't of "won" the bid on that. There was someone bidding against me, but somebody finally told them that I was the granddaughter and to stop their bidding. They did, and so I won. They handed it to me, tears falling down my face and I went into the house, crying and sobbing. I only wanted grandma to come home. I didn't really want her clock, I wanted grandma, home where she belonged. But it wasn't to be. I knew that in my head, but my heart didn't want to accept what was happening. On my right hand, sits her ruby and diamond ring that she always had me "guard" for her..lol. My mom knew this and so it was given to me after grandma passed away. sigh. Again, I don't want grandma's ring, I want grandma. I know I know, I'm weird, odd, strange.

Phyllis is still having trouble breathing as of last night. I told her youngest son, because I'm WORRIED. So he came on Sat. In the morning!!! She doesn't struggle in the morning, she struggles about supper time! So fine, just let me handle this. Then, get a load of this. They want the tree in the front yard to come down, right? So I get a hold of my tree guy. He's waiting for me to call and tell him to cut it down. This son wanted the phone number, so he could talk to him. At the time I called, I was in Phyllis' room. I didn't have Dave's (tree guy) phone number. Youngest son tells Phyllis on Sat. that if he's writing the check, he should be allowed to talk to Dave!! Umm..excuse me. Writing a check out of WHO'S account??? Jeez. If he called Dave, Dave wouldn't know who the heck he was. He's got my name and her address down. Not Phyllis' name or any of her kids names down, MY name along with HER address. I know Dave. He wouldn't connect the dots. What difference does it make anyway? But fine fine, I'll give Dave the youngest sons phone number. Now if Dave chooses to call or not, isn't any of my concern!! LOL

And I really really need to get off here and start doing what I need to do!!