Thanks for the Momories

Today I made my last trip to Bayville, to drop off my copy of the key to Mom's and Dad's final house and to sift through their belongings to decide what had the most sentimental value to me that I wanted to cherish it. Turns out, their lives were their lives, and I came back with a handful of photos and a bauble or two, but their lives ran their course and now even the love letters are All Just Stuff. I feel put through an emotional and physical wringer, having not driven four hours (2 there and 2 back) in almost two years, and of course all the tears and such. I'm quite the wreck now, but happy that I got to see my brother, go over a lot of estate stuff, and that I never have to make that drive again. Next time I go into NJ it will likely be to get a new car. Now to summon up enough energy for grocery shopping tomorrow...