WED.

I'm so tired, we worked on Richard's apartment until 8pm last night so for about 4 hours.  With this cold coming on I do feel like what is that old expression? I feel like what the cat dragged in!  The coffee feels good going down but the jeans are too tight.  My size 14 jeans are in the washer and I had to resort to size 12.  Silly me.  I have gained too much weight, AGAIN.

I have been saying a prayer for Richard's soul, to have respect for his things, he may not as lived as clean as I would but to remember how very personal it is to invade someones space after they have departed this earth.  He was a gentle soul to me, he loved being feisty and jobbing people.  You would regret messing with him.  I don't think he would ever back down but then I don't think my Jim would either.  Anyway I knew the quite respectful Richard.  He was always kind and good to me and that is how I will remember him.  He didn't live clean but that can be fixed.  He was a Vietnam vet you know.  Agent orange took its toll on him.  He was a brick layer by trade. And from his old pictures quite adorable.  He used to wear his hair Curley.  I will have to post an early picture of him.  Have lots to do today, get his apartment all cleaned out.  May as well get it done.  His daughter Sonya is holding up rather well.  Her significant other (Jim) is there helping too, we have to get back by 10am this morning.  We will store stuff they can't take home today, he said he was going to give me some of his agates and his daughter knowing how much I love them gave me all of them.  A wonderful remembrance.  All for now, over and out.  Jim was just telling me how Richard felt about us being at was now and how he felt we shouldn't be over there.  He isn't alone.  It's one we can't win.