At first being in someone else’s home and going through their life is strange…
Nikolai is and will always be embedded in the home we got. Just like I am sure that he felt that way as the home was his sisters and she built the home. I did not ever know her, but I am positive that I can point out what was her and what is related to him. Now after several weeks, you can also point out what is the me, myself in the home…
In a real home, you install a bit of your soul in that home. Yesterday, I started to clean out some of the past and tossed that past this morning at 5 a.m…
I guess I am writing this because, yesterday also a 42 year old girl died in the village. The ambulance came and got her to the hospital still barely alive, but they could not save her. She died…
The why and how is not important. It just is part of life…
42 is so young to me now…
But I digress, I am cleaning out and cleaning up, as is necessary, what is left of Nikolai. I put on his favorite hat, the hat he wore to the Big Village when we went shopping together. A bit (Okay a bunch) small for me, but that does not matter…
I know his wife was not able to do it and in a way I am performing a service to keep her from dealing with the pain of cleaning up what was and making it now what is. I inherited the life of an old Soviet gentleman, who loved working with wood and building things. I am using the materials that he had laid out for projects to do, projects that up until the day he died, he planned on doing…
At 80 plus years old he had a dozen unfinished projects that he desired to do and I am working on them daily. I kinda like to think he smiles from heaven as I rebuild the porches,walls, create new fences, gates and sweep the floors. For that is what he loved to do….work and work and work on projects…
When I finish his projects, I will start and lay out my own projects…
Life is good today and I am glad that we have his home to care for…
At first it was strange…
WtR