I’m really not a fan of the overly-confessional blog post. Especially with Daddy Blogs.
And, I have the attention span of a first-grader. (And, since, I have one of those, I know. Daddy, Daddy! The dog looks exactly the same as before! Look! He’s still brown!!!)
My blog is usually short. I’m usually a quick-in and quick-out blog poster. (Please, no That’s What She Said jokes…)
But, I’m making an exception here. I recently posted about the passing of my brother, and now there’s an official-sounding “Estate Sale.” (Which is the polite way of saying that he died and now they want to sell his stuff…)
Some of you may have wandered through this mess a day or two ago… My brother, Jay, died a few months ago. He was a wonderful human being. People were wonderfully gracious with their condolences. (This post gets funnier and more poignant. Trust me.)
I want thank everyone for all of their kind words for a remarkably sad/yet wonderfully cathartic couple of days.
First of all, I want to make sure that you know that I know that I am not the first person ever to have lost anyone close. It’s just that this is the first time that I have Personally lost someone so close. So, my feelings are raw. (I suppose my emotions will echo with those of many others.)
The Estate Sale this weekend went remarkably well, or painfully sad (Perspective.)
People carted off my brother Jay’s desk. His dining room table. That armchair that I despise. His “All in the Family” VHS tapes. Yes. Tools and light bulbs. Forks and knives. Toothpaste.
Also, people bitched about a one-dollar charge for an ethernet cable because they had to pay sales tax.
And, that goddamn roll of paper towels. They were asking a quarter! Don’t offer twenty cents! It’s a fucking Quarter!
My wonderful wife, Lynn, who many of you know professionally as “curlygirl” (because of the hair) was a rock, considering that Jay was also her big brother (biggest, really). Even at 5-foot-1. For 30 years. And now he is gone. She misses him deeply, too. Tears aplenty. Love.
If you are keeping score, the sale was a monstrous success. The contents of the house were almost completely sold. The tables and the lamps and the drawers. Also, the magazines and the garlic salt and the ballpoint pens. Seriously, ballpoint pens. The Carpet Fresh and the Dust Buster.
So, we walked around the house at the end. No washer. No fridge. No TV. No bed. No sofa. Nothing else.
But, Lynn and I are satisfied that we bought/asked politely/bitched about/and ultimately took the essence of my wonderful brother through his art collection, furniture, and the photo album from 1978 that was marked “junk mail to shred.” We saved that one.
Our house will be filled with his essence. And, honestly, we will think of him more often now than before he passed. We had to pay a pretty penny, but we got the best of his best. It was worth every single cent.
Again, thank you for your messages. If you can help it, please don’t die.