More Cleaning Out

This week we are cleaning out the house I grew up in. This is going to be hard. I spent half of my life in this house. I have so many memories. It feels so strange to walk in and find everything the way Daddy left it and for him to not be here. It doesn't feel right. I don't know how else to describe that feeling. This is the first time we've been able to come down since February. I'm hoping we can get most of the stuff cleaned out for my Mom. Daddy kept EVERYTHING! I am not exaggerating! They moved into the house when I was 3 yrs old, so there is over 30 yrs worth of "stuff" here. And while it is just "stuff", it was Daddy's and I feel like this is my only connection to him now. Yes, I have my memories, I have photos, but I don't have him. I have his stuff to remind me of him.