A Million Memories – How to Sort Through a Deceased Loved One’s Possessions

When it comes to the aftermath of a loved one’s death, deciding what to do with their possessions is a painful and daunting task. One’s impulses swing from renting a dumpster to never changing a thing. Making an actual decision and following through is incredibly challenging.

What you are doing with each and every possession is grieving. To varying degrees, each item holds a memory and an emotion. A sock becomes a poem. A blanket becomes a song. A toothbrush becomes a symphony. It has taken me almost four years to work through everything and I am still not done. So be kind to yourself. Do push yourself a little but not too much. You will know when it is time. I hope that sharing my experiences and the methodology behind my process is helpful.

I came up with six categories:

Virtually everything of Roger’s has fallen into these categories. There is no set order or timeline to the process. It is circular and layered. What you are essentially doing is curating a collection of belongings that will create a narrative of that person’s life. You may want to remember the more painful elements of that person and that is just fine. You can visit the collection or share it with others to feel closer to your loved one. If you have young children, think about what you will want to share of their parent’s life when they are older.

Take Pictures
For me, one of the first steps was to take pictures. Roger had a way of arranging and settings things out that was particular to him. He was somewhat fastidious with his belongings and liked things done a certain way. I had to take a photo of his toothbrush and its exact alignment by the sink. How he did things spoke to a very dear part of who he was. I see the little boy in him who collected and coveted treasures. You can see a bit of how I approached taking photos in a previous post titled, A Life in Pieces.

There are some items that are no brainers. Examples of some of these may be photos, ribbons they won in sports as a child, jewelry, childhood schoolwork and certain clothing items. There are other items you may want to keep because they are still useful to you and you can integrate them into your everyday life. Blankets their mother crocheted, dishes, furniture etc. Also, be sure to keep any relevant paperwork. My best friend helped me sort through mountains of papers. She is an organization genius and came up with a system that I am still using. OH! And she made me buy a label maker, which has really come in handy.

I knew that my late husband’s brothers would appreciate items that came from their family to which I had no emotional attachment. Their father’s tools and mother’s cooking equipment are examples. There were also things that I was perhaps slightly attached to but knew they would be more appreciated by someone else who knew him. For example Roger had a jacket custom made with the family business logo. It went to his brother who owns the business.

Sending everything to one place wasn’t right for me. After much research and thought, the following are the three places to which I donated. It has taken several years and a numerous trips to each. In the beginning having someone with you is helpful. I was a bit of a mess after the trip to Life Long. My best friend drove and was incredibly helpful.

  1. Goodwill – Clothing that was utilitarian in nature. T-shirts, sweat pants, khaki’s, sneakers.
  2. Life Long – Some of Roger’s higher end clothing went here. Dress shirts, dress shoes, sports jackets, sweaters.   http://www.llaa.org/lifelongthrift
  3. Career Gear – Roger had a few designer business suits. I was with him when he bought them and I know how special they were to him. Knowing that they will have a new life helping someone in need get a job is exactly what he would want. https://careergear.org/

Many widows find themselves in a difficult position financially. Although it may be painful, chances are your spouse would want you to make use of their belongings in a way that best serves you. If items are hard to let go of, take a series of photos. It isn’t the same as holding the item in your hand but it will be enough to spark the memory that is attached to it.

I used eBay to sell Roger’s very expensive camera equipment. It was only going to depreciate and wasn’t something I was using. What I did need was an iPad to shoot video and write blogs. Do a little research to make certain you will actually profit. Packing up and shipping the items will likely hurt. Do your best to keep the big picture in mind. Stay on task and try not to think too much about what you are doing…. (i.e. selling your dead loved one’s stuff for profit.) Been down that road. It isn’t a thought process that is helpful. It is okay. It’s what needs to be done in exceptional circumstances.

In its highest form, death is transformation. Regardless of your religious or spiritual beliefs it is all around you. Opening to the possibilities of transformation can be healing and revelatory. From the scraps of your old life come new beauty and purpose. This theme can be carried through to you loved one’s possessions. I had two lap-quilts custom made out of the clothing that held the most memories. From the shirt he wore to the hospital when I was in labor to the little felt fish that his mother made him when he was a boy, the quilts contain a million memories. A cumbersome, heavy box of clothing has been transformed into works of art that my daughter and I can touch and hold. They will keep us warm on the coldest of days. I used Amy Canveness. http://amycavanessdesigns.com Her prices were reasonable and she did a beautiful job.

Is there furniture to which you can give new life? Roger’s dated, dark childhood desk will be getting a makeover soon for my daughter to use. I recently decoupaged an ugly side table that was his father’s. Now it makes me smile. A journey down the DIY website path might help spark your imagination. It may also tell you a little bit about who you are now becoming.

Anything that doesn’t fall into the above categories, you can likely toss. Even this may not be easy. Old toiletries, nose hair clippers, (yup, I actually agonized over that one!) useless papers. Consider tossing anything that reminds you directly of the act of their dying. They would not want you to hold on to these memories. All the grisly minutia of death that often goes unspoken is nothing short of bizarre but if you have been there you know of what I speak. Nobody warned me that I’d walk out of the hospital with a garbage bag filled with the last clothes he wore. It took a while to deal with that bag but what were my options, wash and keep or donate? Way too painful. They smelled of hospital. I couldn’t face it. If you have an item that is like this bag of clothes, give yourself permission to toss it.

…and lastly, I would be remiss not to mention…
Organ Donation
The decision to donate your loved one’s organs is a profound form of giving and transformation. If you can discuss this with your loved one in advance it may make the decision easier. Nobody wants to think about it and choice is deeply personal. All I can do is share are my thoughts and experiences with the hope they are useful to you.
For us, there was no discussion and all that I was able to donate were Roger’s cornea. As time passes, I wish I’d thought about a few things earlier and could have given more.

Depending on how your loved one died, their body has likely been through so much that the thought of disturbing it further is too unsettling to confront. Whether you chose burial or cremation, nature will eventually have its way with their remains. I do my best not to think of this as the years pass. I can’t tell you how comforted I am in the knowledge that there are two small pieces of Roger that are even now fresh and giving the gift of sight to two people who still walk the earth. If that extended to his heart, his lungs, his kidneys the comfort might be even greater. There is absolutely no judgment here, just a few things to possibly think about.

In Summary

  1. Take your time but you may need to push yourself a little.
  2. Enlist friends.
  3. Be kind to yourself.
  4. Take Pictures.
  5. Divide belongings in to the following categories
    1. Keep
    2. Give
    3. Donate
    4. Sell
    5. Transform
    6. Toss

I genuinely hope that this information is helpful. Please let me know if you have any other tips that were helpful to you.

Wishing you the best as you move forward.


The (all ages) Awesome Young Widow’s Club

Once you become a widow, you are a member of a very exclusive club that makes you privy to a wealth of incredible stories that describe for better or for worse, life at its very fullest. The depth and breadth of our lives has been irrevocably expanded and we are hungry for life in a way that surpasses our previous capacity for love, joy and sorrow. As the Chinese proverb states “Out of the hottest fire comes the strongest steel.” We have been through hell and come back from the edge of the abyss. Like all great explorers we have stories to tell. And thus The (all ages) Awesome Young Widows Club is born. For this, the inaugural episode of the Awesome Young Widow’s Club, I have chosen to feature my Great Grandmother Madeline Barker.

Madeline Barker was my mother’s, father’s mother. She always had, for a certain air of mystery. From deep within the closets of my grandparent’s middle class English style Tudor near the bluffs of Scarborough Ontario, came beautiful silk dresses. Colorful, light, filmy, – from entirely another time and utterly incongruent with the practical depression era sensibility that stayed with my grandparents throughout their entire lives. These dresses demonstrated a bravado, about which I had always been curious. After become a widow myself her story became even more intriguing.

Madeline’s son, my Grandfather Barker, kept suitcases filled with records of our family history. The family story is dramatic, vast and historically relevant but for today, I will focus on my Great Grandmother Barker, (born Madeline Stone). Her battle to claim her financial independence and assert her parental rights in the wake of her husband’s untimely death is both an inspiration and a reminder of the awesomeness of widows.

Madeline’s late husband, my Great Grandfather Barker was a country doctor in Ontario, Canada who died in 1919 while treating patients toward the end of the Spanish flu epidemic. Although he had taken out some life insurance, he did not have a will. A full eleven years after his death there was a flurry of highly charged correspondence when Madeline was caught having an affair with a married doctor. I will share pertinent sections of these letters but first, in order to understand how truly ballsy Madeline was I need to fill in a little historical info about the legal rights of widows in the early 1900’s and give a little back story on the players in this story.

To understand more about the legal rights of widows at the turn of the 20th century, my good friend John McInnes, Counsel for the Crown in Toronto Canada, referred to Louise M Mimnagh’s paper in the Dalhousie Journal of Legal Studies, Volume 23 from 2014. It is titled A History of Preferential Share in Ontario: Intestacy Legislation and Conceptions of the Deserving or Undeserving Widow. In the early 1900’s legal rights of widows were flimsy at best. They and their surviving children were granted little protection. Ms Mimnagh’s paper deals with many fascinating facets of the law and I encourage you to go to my website for a link to her paper, but for the purpose of this podcast, I will focus on the laws that specifically affected my Great Grandmother. If you have watched Downton Abbey you are well aware that in the early 1900’s when a woman married, her estate became what in is legally classified as a wait for it, ‘feme covert,’ which sounds kind of cool and spy like but what it really means is that the woman’s legal existence is suspended during the marriage. Everything that was hers becomes legally his. This was true in Ontario, Canada as well. Upon a husband’s death a woman’s legal status returns. She is allowed to purchase land and inherits her husband’s estate via a will. The rather awesome legal title of ‘feme sole’ is gained.

So what if, as in my great grandfather’s case, there is no will? It gets very complicated. The Dower Act of 1297 states that my grandmother, given her specific situation, (no will, and she’d already birthed a boy child,) was to receive one third of her husband’s personal estate. The remaining two thirds belonged to her son, my grandfather. Okay. Excellent, right? Well there were conditions under that statute which states that if a widow were to commit adultery, she could be disqualified from her dower. For the record there was no such condition if a widower were adulterous. Yes, okay affairs are complex propositions that are most often a very bad idea even today but back then…for a woman (because the double standard was glaringly unjust) it was a moral crime for which patriarchal laws were written that could potentially leave a widow destitute and her children may even be removed from her care.

To understand the power of the explosion that occurred when Madeline’s affair with a married man was uncovered, I need to fill you in on who her in-laws were. My Great Great Grandfather, Madeline’s father in law, father to her dead husband, was a prestigious Methodist minister. Rev. William Robert Barker presided over the first Methodist Church of Toronto and was close associates with John Carroll the well-known chronicler of early Methodism in Canada. One of Reverend Barker’s sons was Reverend Percival H Barker of the Point Breeze Presbyterian Church in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. When Percival came to town to preach it made the papers. The following appeared in a Toronto newspaper prior to a scheduled appearance. Percival “had at one time been the religious Editor of the New York Tribune. Today he is one of the best-known clergymen in the Untied states, and for the past three years his sermons have been broadcast regularly from the pulpit of his church in Pittsburg by the Westing House Company through their powerful station KDKA. He also has the distinction of being the first preacher to have his sermons received by radio in Great Britain…” His accolades continue on for another paragraph.

Let’s turn back to my great grandmother. After her husband’s death, she lived with her in-laws, the Barker’s in their generously sized home in High Park, Toronto. It is customary for the widow to return to her own family post-death but her mother had died when she was quite young and her father was often at sea. At some point in the late 20’s (the dates are a little mushy here and there are bundles of letters and documents still to go through,) Madeline finally received some of her dower and purchased a summer cottage in the bucolic town of Beaverton just north of Toronto. It is here that she met the married doctor with whom she fell madly in love and began having a secret affair. It was at some point around December of 1929 that the Reverend Percival Barker took it upon himself to open a private letter of Madeline’s that arrived at the house in High Park. …and all heck broke loose.

On January 1st, of 1930 Madeline writes the Barker family lawyer, Mr. Briggs. She is distraught and worried. She asks him, “What I would like to know is – does my life belong to myself or does it belong to Dr. Barker and the family in general to mould as they please. Is there any law which is going to compel me to be harassed by threats to have my child taken out of my hands and sell my summer cottage just because my ideas or some things I might do, do not agree with their ideas of right and wrong?”

Next, three days later on January 4th, she writes to Mr. Briggs. “…I…wish to reply to the effect that I do not intend to sign any papers in connection with appointing a co-guardian for Harold and I do not intend to be further harassed or threatened by any member of the family. If Dr. Barker (Percy) insists upon this appointment, then I shall demand of him, ‘what legal right he has to open my letters, breaking the seal, reading them and showing them to other people. Or what right he has to order me to sell my summer cottage.”

To Mr. Briggs on Jan 7th 1930:

“…I am greatly disturbed myself over the whole affair because it is absolutely unkind and unnecessary, and I will not submit without a struggle because there is no one in the world who has Harold’s interests at heart more than I and it’s utterly absurd and contemptible for the family to think that they have to protect his interests against me.”

On January 18th 1930 written on letterhead of the Point Breeze Presbyterian Church, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Percival responds and what is being asked of Madeline becomes clear. She is asked to give their lawyer, Mr. Briggs “a memo” of all her “assets and then by agreement turn over to Mr. Briggs” or her own attorney, Mr. Munroe “as joint holders as assets representing two-thirds of the estate so that the principal that Harold is entitled to will be known to be tied up subject always to repayments and re-investments.” She is encouraged to accept this advice by Percival, as Madeline’s “true friend.”

Then it gets fun. He continues, “Your recent letter to me is conclusive proof that you are still madly in love with Dr. ______ .” In most of the letters the doctor’s name is either covered in white out or painstakingly cut out leaving a small hole in the paper. “It stirs my blood to have you say that Dr. ______ reminds you so much of my brother, Harold. Harold was a moral man who always respected the sanctity, the integrity of the moral home, while Dr. _______ is a moral leper who has been a traitor to a brother physician who is dead and cannot defend his child. Compared with such a moral leper as Dr. _______ a common murderer is a respectable citizen to walk the streets.” He goes on and in doing so threatens Madeline and Dr.________ with humiliating public exposure if she does not agree to “the above plan” that would secure a guardian for Harold and see that his share of the Estate is safeguarded.” He then hopes she is in good health and assures her he has no personal animosity toward her but that he is safe guarding “little Harold.”

It seems that Madeline does not comply because on March 25th, over two months later, Percival informs Madeline via letter, “It is only fair that I should inform you that I have written your father and Walter (Madeline’s brother) about your affair with Dr. ________.” He accuses her of “deceit, hypocrisy and treachery.” He rails, “I have failed in my efforts to save you from a degraded womanhood…” He then goes on how patient and charitable the family has been and re-asserts his “solemn duty to his dead brother.”

Now here is the heart of the reason for inducting my Great Grandmother into the (all ages) Awesome Young Widow’s Club. Her unabashed, response to Percival won my heart. The letter is three long type written pages that contain all kinds of awesome but I will focus on specific highlights that while reading for the first time had me cheering her on.

Before I read, think for a moment of her circumstances. Think how brave she is to push back against those who were attempting to disempower her.

Here we go:

In response to Percival’s letter on March 25th Madeline writes;

“You say you have failed in your efforts to save me from degraded woman-hood. What a laugh. Let me tell you right here…that you have done absolutely nothing to save me from degraded woman hood if it were possible for me to be that, but on the contrary, you have done everything within your power to degrade me. Your ideas of honor seem along lines of sex matters only. All other questions of honor appear to be down at the bottom of the scale. It is a wonder to me the church doesn’t crumble to pieces when you step your foot into it.”

She then makes a list of remarks that Percival has made to her and informs him that she is sending a copy of this letter to his sisters, Gertrude and Gladys. (A little petty…yes but also, kind of fantastic.)

Here are a few highlights. Madeline states that Perceval told her that his sister Gertrude is “treacherous” and that he “was ashamed to be seen out with her she looked such a sight.” would go “crazy living in this home with mother’s and Gladys’s narrow minded ways.” Also, using her keen gift of sarcasm she states, “And no doubt you found in Miss Heins a soul mate which accounted for your travels around the country with her and why you put your arm around her and kissed her one evening at my summer cottage when she came down from the hotel.” Oh dear.

She goes on to write, “Your religion is just a money-making scheme to you it is not Christianity so look to yourself you slanderer and persecutor because you need to ask forgiveness for your sins.” And perhaps my very, very, very favorite part is the following. Madeline writes, “To begin with I would suggest the following prayer. ‘Oh lord, grant to me so to love Thee with all my heart, with all my mind and with all my soul, and my neighbor for Thy ask that the grace of charity, sympathy and brotherly love may dwell in me and all envy tyranny, harshness, and ill will may die in me: and fill my heart with feelings of love, kindness and compassion that by constantly rejoicing in the happiness and good success of others, by sympathizing with them in their sorrows, understanding them in their problems and temptations and putting away all harsh judgments and envious thoughts that may follow Thee who art Thyself the true and perfect love. Amen.’ ”

Amen indeed.

In closing, Madeline forgives him for his “wickedness” to her but states that she will never trust him. She finishes by informing him that the affairs of his family are “not her business, neither is mine yours or theirs.”

The outcome of all of this? Well, I’m still sorting through all the family letters. I will say that I believe that by demanding to be respected and refusing to cower to those who held more power than her, she was one of the small voices that shouted loudly thus paving the way for not only widows but for all women in the area of parental rights.

The (all ages) Awesome Young Widows Club is open and searching for members. Are you yourself a widow with a remarkable story to tell, or is there a widow you know who has used her new-found strength and experience to make the world a better place. Positive change is an incredible way to honor the life of the loved one we have lost and who knows, it might even inspire someone else to use their ‘strongest steel’ to make a difference in the lives of others.

The Birth of Super Widow

My name is Jhene Erwin and this is the story of how I became…Super Widow.

On February 17, 2012 my darling, beloved husband, Roger died of brain cancer at the age of 46. I was devastated.

In the five and a half months since I took him into the ER with the worst headache of his life, I had seen things I never thought I’d see and done things I never thought I would have to do. It was a living nightmare.

Grief is a beast. A ruthless, thriving, monstrous beast with which you wrestle every moment of every day. Its pressure on the spirit is relentless. One gasps for air while in its unyielding grip. If you run it chases you, biting at your ankles until exhaustion forces you to succumb to its terror. If I was going to survive I needed to meet the beast head on. And so,

I bought a hat. A rather fabulous black mourners pill hat. When I put it on I could feel the beast pausing in shear confusion. Next, my skills from eighth grade home ec helped me sew a glorious black satin cape. As my costume came together I realized OMG I was actually having a wee bit of fun. My grief beast was stupefied! Like it had been struck by that very popular Harry Potter spell. “STUPIFY!”

I wore the costume around the house. I started a blog. And most recently I went out into the streets and handed out fliers that said, ‘You Are Stronger Than You Think.’ I talked to total strangers about things that they didn’t think they had the strength to endure. My feelings of awkwardness quickly disappeared. People were sweet and open and wanted to share their stories. It felt amazing.

When I returned home, I had a two-hour reprieve from the beast. And it occurred to me that because of Roger’s devastating illness and death, I will continue to see things that I have never seen. I will do things that never I thought I’d do but maybe, just maybe it might be okay if some of those things were just a little bit cool.

I am Super Widow. Get ready. Be prepared. I am coming …to hand out fliers with words of encouragement and maybe – even – talk to you.

For more on Super Widow including her first webisode visit http://www.superwidow.com

A New Welcome

Like so many of you, we have experienced some of life’s most significant events within the walls of our home. There has been and still is so much love and laughter. We have also fought, cried and mourned. What could be more significant to a new start after a family tragedy than a super simple frontdoor redo?

It is spring. Time for hope and celebration. Time for a power wash, a new door mat, and some fresh flowers!

As my friends in Newfoundland would say, “proper thing.”











How To Win Every Argument

This past summer after an amazing month with family and friends in Canada I returned to Seattle ready to tackle several projects and tie up loose ends that I had not yet been ready to face. There was still a mountain of paperwork to work through. The day I no longer have to show up somewhere with my husband’s death certificate in hand will be a good day indeed. My eyes inevitably wander to the official cause of death and I find myself questioning all of the excruciatingly difficult decisions I made on his behalf.  Just the act of searching for a receipt can be painful and exhausting. There is always a little slip of paper with his sweet scraggly handwriting amongst our papers. When I find one of these bits of evidence of his existence, I slow to a halt and trace my fingers over the indentations of the pen. He was here. He made this impression. I become lost, wanting to just close my eyes and take a nap…or have a drink, or do some online shopping…honestly anything but this.  To get through it I planned to reward myself with one of the self-imposed loose ends that I had wanted to tackle for the better part of two years! Painting the living room.

As mentioned in an earlier blog, Roger had painted it metallic gold in an attempt to

Before - Gold Paint, old light fixture, red rug

Before – Gold Paint, old light fixture, red rug

recreate the feeling we had in our house in California. I wasn’t fully on board but standing in front of the Roger train when he became set on an idea was a dicey prospect indeed. This was a battle I chose not to have and truthfully, if it did help us feel more like we did in our house in LA, then that would be just fine. He painted the entire room in a day, all on his own. Although the finished paint job had its charms, it felt, to me, heavy, dark, and like a growing number of things in our lives, just not quite right.

For over a year after Roger’s death, my eight year old daughter Audrey had been vehemently opposed to any change of paint color. Well, she did suggest one wall bright blue, one bright yellow and one bright green but because I wasn’t opening a daycare I opted to just wait a bit. After our rejuvenating trip to Canada, Audrey gave me permission to proceed.

After an exhaustive search for the perfect grey I settled on Benjamin Moore’s Silver Bells. Not too green not too blue. Not at all sad. Refreshing and crisp. I took my time, slowly taping off the room. I left two stripes of gold paint around the doorframes to honor Roger. Even as I taped, I could see areas where he had rushed, were he used putty to correct some of the overlaps of paint on trim. And I found myself having a lengthy, detailed, sometimes heated internal conversation with him that both thrilled me and broke my heart all over again.

In his final years, he was very critical. In terms of the house there was nothing I could get right. He once said accusingly “I’m the only one who takes this house seriously!” I now know it was the tumor driving him to such rigid thinking but at the time it was hurtful and extremely confusing. So much so that while painting, I found myself having irrational “AH HA! You weren’t so perfect with this paint job, were you!?” moments. Other little slips of his brush seemed sweet and human. As I grew tired, I became resentful of all the extra work that his cutting corners caused me. I railed at him leaving me alone to clean all of this up. (Insert metaphor.) I took joy in nurturing a space that he had so thoroughly covered with his energy.

I had to stop at one point and laugh as I said out loud to him, “See honey, you stick around long enough you get to win every argument!” At the end of this sentence came a profound sadness. I like to think that he had some say in his death so that I can rail a little more but he didn’t. He had talked about just ‘getting through this’ so he could ‘get back to his life’ and that ‘this was the thing that was his wake up call’ and he was ‘going to make changes.’ He was ‘going to take time off work and spend more time with his family.’  It was too late. It is still heartbreaking.

Finally, I finished painting and it is sooooooo beautiful! (I know, beauty in the eye of the beholder and all that but I really do like it!) It is light and fresh and pretty. Even Audrey approves.


Living RoomThe rug, I swapped the old one with my sister in law. Free of charge! But most of the other elements of the room we had before. The Sofa, coffee table, Chinese Camphor chest, and almost all of the accessories were already in the house. I did my best to edit and curate .

Rosie and Book Shelves

Anne Moon Painting

Coffee Table

I’m really happy with how the dark wood dining table that belonged to his family while he was growing up looks with the light wood floors and grey walls. Last year, I obsessed about finding a light fixture to replace the one that came with the house. Yes, it would have been super easy had I $10,000.00 to toss around, but I didn’t and I snagged the one I wanted on sale at a ridiculously great price.Dining Room

Austin ProductionsI found the Austin Production Inc. sculpture and the Lucite candle holders on sale at Value Village at astonishing prices! The sculpture… $1.99!

Depression Glass

The rose depression glass, cut glass vase and silver tea/coffee set are all from Roger’s family. The silver was tucked away, wrapped in newspaper and stored in an old cardboard box! Going through old boxes felt a bit like treasure hunting.




The room now represents our past together along with my life without him. …and I am working really hard to feel okay about it. I know that the alternative of pretending we are still married and that he is just away on an exceedingly lengthy business trip is not healthy, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t conflicted.

There is still so much more grieving to do but I am getting there. I try to take each step mindfully so that I can both honor who he was and allow myself to move forward as the person I now am. I feel him. I know he is happy where he is and I know that both while living on this earth and where ever he is now, he wants more than anything for Audrey and me to be happy too. We are learning a new skill, a skill that we never wanted to learn but that has been thrust upon us nonetheless. We are learning to live with out him.

Whether or not he would have actually liked the grey paint? Well as I said, …’you stick around long enough…”and I am still here. Thankfully.