In four days I’m going to take my father’s ashes back home. I’ve the courage to move his urn to my living room close to my chair. His bedroom door still close. At soon I leave on Tuesday my husband will be cleaning it up. My father’s clothes would be donated to the Goodwill store. The wheelchair, walker, and his shower chair it will be in a closet until I find someone who can need it.
I’m preparing myself with courage and lots of prayers. The day is approaching and I’m taking baby steps. My two siblings in Puerto Rico are making the arrangements for his funeral service. Spending time with all my family it would be less painful.
When this is all over I hope I’m strong enough to move on. He will be always in my heart like my mother.
Daily Post: Courage