The File Folders

I did more clean-out of my dad’s stuff today.  This afternoon was entitled “Make the Biro Garage Great Again”, otherwise known as reconfiguring where things were, starting to give some things away, and of course, starting to throw things out.  Otherwise our cars will never fit in the garage again.

Right now, I am deconstructing much of what my brother, my family and I spent many years pulling together.  Today: files easily thrown away.  I am leaving the harder stuff for “Future Peter” to deal with.  I’ll let him figure out what to do with the photo frames, stamp collections, postcards from friends long gone, old passports and plane tickets, and the presents my children constructed for him .  Back in 2013 when he moved here, they made a beautiful little mirror for him.  I sat with them that morning and picked the colors.  What should I do with that?

With his Bank of America statements and copies of bills marked “Paid”, thank goodness, it is much easier.  They go.

I remember the week that Rob and I spent in New Jersey in April of 2011 where I developed a system for him to get the bills paid.  Rob focused on clearing stuff out of my parents’ house and I took all things financial.  I sat with my father at what had been my mother’s desk.  I demonstrated logging into online bill pay, keeping track of statements versus invoices, assuring cash in the account would cover the bills, identifying bills versus statements versus solicitations.  I transferred everything onto credit cards that I could.  It was a frantic and awful week — and that system worked for years.

This afternoon, I discarded the bulk of the product of it working for years.

There is more of this that awaits me.  I also found a clock today that for the past 3 years sat on top of his bedside table.  To find that exact clock took me a few tries.  Then the one that I’d purchased broke after 6 months or so, but I didn’t realize for quite some time that the difficulty in setting the time and date was the clock, not me.  Somewhere in the boxes in my garage is the other clock that he wanted atop the refrigerator.   I remember sourcing that one too.

I wonder sometimes if I am cursed because the deconstruction reminds me of the construction.  It is the same as a sandwich generation father;  I remember the visits to Plaster Fun Time and the times Sophie and Lily worked all day to create artwork just for me.   It makes me happy to have experienced that kind of unconditional love, and haunts me a little at the same time.

Creating those folders was my own version of unconditional love.  I knew that I had to throw them out regardless.  It is just the nature of things.

 

 

 

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One response to “The File Folders”

  1. Michael Tobin says :

    Wow. Chills. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

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