Saying Goodbye to our Home with my Dad.

For the past two weeks I feel like I've been functioning in a fog. When my Dad first suddenly died over nine months ago... I remember thinking to myself "Oh my God ... what are we going to do with his house? Who is going to go through all of Dad's things?" It's one thing that I never ever ever thought I would be able to do .... but, here I am. Most of it has been done by myself... and I wasn't planning on it .... but I ended up recording about what my experience is like .... in real time. So This picture is one of the MANY that I found ... as my Dad loved taking professional photos with Parker every year aka "Grandad and Parker Pics" he would say lol. Then one year, Dad asked me to hop in the photos as well .... I was not prepared, in fact I remember being even a little annoyed .... but now? I will be thankful for this photo for the rest of my existence... so, Thanks Dad. So there's a few more boxes to pack.. a few more garbage bags to throw out ... then it's time to leave those keys ... and walk out the door one final time. I will say goodbye to the address Dad ... but I will never say goodbye to the memories we made.I love you... Always and Forever. Love, Your Zib.