Bulletin Board

He had pictures in his toolbox at work. When he retired, the pictures came to his workbench at home. He slowly added more pictures to the bulletin board. Looking at the pictures, I can tell the year when he stopped adding to the bulletin board. I loved seeing the things that were important to him and made it to the bulletin board. ❤️

Today was one of the more emotional days. His tools. It was time to go thru his tools. My Mom is downsizing and can’t take them all. She had a hard time going thru the tools. I knew I would have a hard time going thru the tools. I am so very thankful for the hubster and a kiddo going over there to go thru the tools! They have a bit more to do there.

The hubster brought the bulletin board. ❤️ My eyes got all watery, but by the time they came back with the bulletin board, I had cried enough for the day. The day his tool bag comes home to me, I’ll cry some more.

“Lou get the screwdriver out of my bag.” I would get a screwdriver.
Him, annoyed: “Not that one”
Me: “which one”.
Him: “the other one”.
I would look in the bag and see 5 different screwdrivers.
I would bring him all the screwdrivers with a smile, “Pick a screwdriver, any screwdriver because I can’t read your mind”.
And he would have to smirk at least. 😊

Tonight I am thankful for many, many years of memories. From where we are now, looking back; he was declining for a longer time than we were ready to admit. And as I told my Mom this morning, I am thankful that we had so many years of the slow decline; where he was still mostly himself, and I am thankful that the end went faster; so he didn’t have to not be himself for very long.