I sorry to hear of your loss, I know it takes a while before thoughts don't bring tears to your eyes.
You're generous, I offered to get my wife a storage building and I said something about using part of it temporarily to store stuff while I insulated the shop and she said I needed to get my own storage building.
Oh Mike, you poor thing!!! Gotta say, though, got a good chuckle out of it this morning.
Thank you for the condolence. Yeah, there are moments when talking about him (and my mom in-law, my mom, and my dad) that I still tear up in remembrance. But all of them pay us a visit now and again, I can feel it. Dad was the one I/we could always count on to talk us through decisions, rather than yell at us telling us "what do you want to do that for!?" or "You don't have the money for that! You need to worry about (this or that)!" We counted on his wisdom or guidance for a lot of things, and without that, we feel lost. Mom had a sense of humor that I never knew a mom could have till I married Ken; I miss her laugh (among other things.) My mom was the one who was the most serious of the bunch, but was there to lend us a guiding hand, and helped us out in a lot of ways that Ken's mom and dad couldn't. (My mom had one child, compared to five in Ken's family.) Daddy passed back in 1997, and didn't know me the last 4 or 5 years of his life. So technically, I lost him in my mid 20's, but he was the gentle, quiet one of the bunch. His laugh, I can still hear every so often, (like I did just now, as I was typing this) and his gentle hugs are what I miss the most.
So, we move on, and although they aren't here physically, I take comfort knowing that they do pop up from time to time to look over us. I talk to all of them, and when I'm not sure about something, I "put it out there" asking them to guide me in the right direction. I did it for this shed I'm getting, since the earth-bound so-called family (as usual) let me down (yet again) and failed to show as they said they would to help advise what to do, and get their advise. I'll refrain from saying what I want to say, as it would include the "F" bomb... Ah well.
This morning, I'm going to go rent a jackhammer for Ken, since my not-so-bright daughter (who has a perfectly good one we could use) let her idiot of a boyfriend keep hers at HIS mothers house! We have a small piece of concrete that looks like it was the floor to the original shed that has the middle of it all gone that has to come out. We originally thought we could just bury it, but after leveling out a portion of the area for the new shed, it's become apparent that it's gonna have to come out.
However, before even doing that (Ken is working today, so time is not of the essence to get this first thing this morning) I'm heading over to a canvas shop to see if they can cut the new roll of shade material I bought for the pergola. I had to get it 12' wide, so it has to be cut down to just over 9' wide to go on my pergola. Then I need to get the plants/flowers replanted that we got when Dad passed. My day is gonna be a bit busy, it seems. Now if we can hurry up, and get this workshop built so I can get to busy on these patterns I have... I'm going through withdrawals!!! I need sawdust, dammit!