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Wishing to be normal...
Apr. 29th, 2005 02:37 amThere are times when I really wish I could thinking like normal people.
This time, it's because a month or so back I suddenly realized that when settling my mom's estate, I should have asked my kid brother to dig out all the stuff I *know* she'd had stashed away at one time. Old report cards, school photos, all that sort of stuff.
It never occurred to me because I never saw the stuff when I was still living at home. And I guess I was (as usual) still thinking about all of "my stuff" that she'd given away or gotten rid of without giving a thought that I might want it.
But when it (finally!) occurred to me, *way* too late (the estate was finalized in 1997 and I can't imagine my brother keeping any of the stuff about me, or if it was still there doing anything other than disposing of it if I asked for it) I realized that I'd lost yet another bit of my past without realizing it.
This time, it's because a month or so back I suddenly realized that when settling my mom's estate, I should have asked my kid brother to dig out all the stuff I *know* she'd had stashed away at one time. Old report cards, school photos, all that sort of stuff.
It never occurred to me because I never saw the stuff when I was still living at home. And I guess I was (as usual) still thinking about all of "my stuff" that she'd given away or gotten rid of without giving a thought that I might want it.
But when it (finally!) occurred to me, *way* too late (the estate was finalized in 1997 and I can't imagine my brother keeping any of the stuff about me, or if it was still there doing anything other than disposing of it if I asked for it) I realized that I'd lost yet another bit of my past without realizing it.
