Dear Brian,
Last Sunday, I was doing my normal laundry, in and out of the garage with loads of laundry.
The orange extension cord still hangs on the hook of the workbench, and was hanging there the entire time I wandered in and out of the garage. I finished up the last load of jeans, took it all to my room and put it all away.
I was done with laundry and most of the chores, the last thing was to take a bucket of cans to the recycle barrel. When I opened the garage door, I saw the extension cord extended across the garage floor!! About 6 feet of it was stretched out toward the big garage door. How in the world did that happen??? It wasn't there the whole time I was doing laundry ... I would have noticed that! And it didn't get "caught on something" or it would have pulled inward toward the house.
So my question is: Was it you???
I also took your advice and bought some 3/8" quarter rounds at Home Depot, and painted them red. I just need to tack them into place along the kitchen backsplash. It's kinda kitschy but that's ok. The rest of the cabinets are old and there's not much I can do to update them, so I settle on kitschy. lol
It's time to change the furnace filter, and the batteries in the smoke alarms.
and you're not here to help!
I bought a carpet cleaner, and had to put it together myself, because
you're not here to help!
There's a big hole in my life, and in my heart, where you used to reside.
And nothing takes your place.
I miss you
every.
single.
day.
Love,
mom
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Saturday, December 7, 2019
Saturday, July 27, 2019
Celebration of Life - Stories
Dear Brian,
With your sense of humor, you never minded people sharing things. I chose the following stories to tell about you at the Celebration of Life Ceremony.
"Brian was a good son, he took care of me, and I took care of him. He was my “handyman” and I think I’ll miss that the most.
When we first moved to Arizona, our Thursday night ritual was head to this library for something to read, a video to watch, a CD to borrow. Afterward, it was Taco Bell for dinner. That went on for five or more years! We often laughed how we were in a rut ..... but never changed this ritual.
When Brian’s grandfather got sick, Brian jumped on a plane for a week with his grandparents so he could take care of those little chores that needed to be done. Grandma would make a Honey Do List and he would tackle them all and then ask “What’s next???”
Brian was born in California; when he was 12 we moved to Ohio and became a blended family. Instantly he had two brothers, and two more sisters! He joined the Boy Scouts, and went on many camping trips that weren't just about fun but learning about life as well; they also and learned about community service. Every time I see a Salvation Army bell ringer during the holidays, I think of the weekends my boys would volunteer to be bell ringers.
In 2004, we loaded all of our stuff and relocated to Arizona, and bought a house. After we moved in, Brian was “Mr. Fixit”. He finally had his own garage, a place to keep tools and built himself a work bench. He was forever repairing the little things that needed doing, and learned to be patient whenever Mom got a whim to paint a room, a close, the kitchen ….. or the entire house!!
When he decided that he wanted to get a job, he did it all on his own: he looked up and found an ad for a parking lot attendant at Home Depot on Val Vista. He called and got an interview date and time. And when he arrived at the store, they didn't have him scheduled for an interview. Turns out there are two Home Depot stores on Val Vista, and he had called the wrong one. But the store manager, George, interviewed and hired him. It was meant to be! Brian enjoyed working at Home Depot -- as much as anyone can enjoy working retail, which has it's own special challenges! And Mom should know, she works at Walmart! I'm certain that just as he would do whatever needed to be done at home, he took that same attitude to work with him.
None of us will ever know what was going through his mind,
what was so overwhelming to him that he couldn't stay just one more day.
I know Brian would want each of you to live life fully, to work hard, and be kind to others.
Your humor, kindness and selflessness will continue to inspire us forever.
Rest in peace, Brian."
I love you!
Love,
Mom
With your sense of humor, you never minded people sharing things. I chose the following stories to tell about you at the Celebration of Life Ceremony.
"Brian was a good son, he took care of me, and I took care of him. He was my “handyman” and I think I’ll miss that the most.
When we first moved to Arizona, our Thursday night ritual was head to this library for something to read, a video to watch, a CD to borrow. Afterward, it was Taco Bell for dinner. That went on for five or more years! We often laughed how we were in a rut ..... but never changed this ritual.
When Brian’s grandfather got sick, Brian jumped on a plane for a week with his grandparents so he could take care of those little chores that needed to be done. Grandma would make a Honey Do List and he would tackle them all and then ask “What’s next???”
Brian was born in California; when he was 12 we moved to Ohio and became a blended family. Instantly he had two brothers, and two more sisters! He joined the Boy Scouts, and went on many camping trips that weren't just about fun but learning about life as well; they also and learned about community service. Every time I see a Salvation Army bell ringer during the holidays, I think of the weekends my boys would volunteer to be bell ringers.
In 2004, we loaded all of our stuff and relocated to Arizona, and bought a house. After we moved in, Brian was “Mr. Fixit”. He finally had his own garage, a place to keep tools and built himself a work bench. He was forever repairing the little things that needed doing, and learned to be patient whenever Mom got a whim to paint a room, a close, the kitchen ….. or the entire house!!
When he decided that he wanted to get a job, he did it all on his own: he looked up and found an ad for a parking lot attendant at Home Depot on Val Vista. He called and got an interview date and time. And when he arrived at the store, they didn't have him scheduled for an interview. Turns out there are two Home Depot stores on Val Vista, and he had called the wrong one. But the store manager, George, interviewed and hired him. It was meant to be! Brian enjoyed working at Home Depot -- as much as anyone can enjoy working retail, which has it's own special challenges! And Mom should know, she works at Walmart! I'm certain that just as he would do whatever needed to be done at home, he took that same attitude to work with him.
None of us will ever know what was going through his mind,
what was so overwhelming to him that he couldn't stay just one more day.
I know Brian would want each of you to live life fully, to work hard, and be kind to others.
Your humor, kindness and selflessness will continue to inspire us forever.
Rest in peace, Brian."
I love you!
Love,Mom
Always a project
in the works
that's my son!!
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