One of the "functions" of the company where I worked with my dad for six years (and where he worked for 30+ years) was their storage unit division (think PODS). Nearly seven years ago, when we were planning to relocate within the same town but to a bigger house, my dad had three units delivered to our house...and we filled them pretty well. Even after we took the house off the market, the storage units sat. Five years after they were initially placed in the back of our drive way we were informed that it was a violation of city code (only took them five years to notice or care) and so Dad had them taken back to the storage facility, although by then we managed to cram things into just two of them. As Dad's daughter, we never had to pay the monthly fee...it was a "perk" of being part of the family (and a former employee). After Dad died, I knew that we needed to get our stuff out. Mom mentioned that she had two units as well. We had planned a day shortly after school was out, but Mom ended up having the PEG tube put in and I had to be there.
Fast forward to this past Friday at 4:00. I get a message that the units have been sold and we need to get our things as quickly as we can. Oh my...STRESS! Fortunately, and amazingly, everything completely fell into place. I was able to reserve a uhaul, a couple of friends agreed to meet us at the office to load it, and another friend volunteered to meet us at home to unload. Yet another friend agreed to keep Catherine and Thomas for the day until we were finished so they would be out of the way. We could not have better friends anywhere! We are so blessed!
We were very pleased to see how little stuff there really was, particularly in my Mom's units. We ended up pitching stuff I truly didn't need, and honestly it was stuff that should've been pitched seven years ago! Andrew is especially excited that he can STILL park a vehicle in our detached garage if he wants. I am impressed...and very, very relieved that this is finished!
The one downside to this was my emotions...I haven't been at the office since Dad died. I was going to stop in and see everyone a couple of months ago, but I just couldn't do it. It was too hard. Lots of the guys came out to see me today, and I slipped in the back door to say hello to another employee. But I couldn't walk up front...I couldn't walk past his desk or go anywhere near there even. Even sitting here thinking about it brings me to tears. It's been a tough, tough day emotionally, but I am so grateful we've made it through.
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