There
are going to be some very well-dressed gentlemen who choose to shop at
Goodwill, on account of my brother.
That’s
the conclusion I must come to on account of all the items I disposed of by
donating them to the place that operates those second-hand shops meant to help
the less fortunate find worthwhile goods at an affordable price.
MY
BROTHER, CHRISTOPHER, passed away the day before Halloween last year. While
some of his belongings were given to various friends and relatives, I must
admit to not rushing into disposing of the bulk of his stuff.
Until
now, when I’m forced to. On account of the fact that I’m going to be moving out
of the apartment I was sharing with him.
Which
is why I spent a good chunk of my day on Monday going through his closet to
decide which of his clothes have potential for someone else, and which were
merely worn out to the point that the garbage man is the only person who will
see them again.
I
actually wound up finding some articles of clothing, particularly several pairs
of pants, that had been purchased, but never worn. They still had the tags on
them, indicating how long ago they were purchased.
SO
NO, I’M not going to try to return them to the stores where they were purchased
from to try to get a refund. That would just be tacky.
I
must admit to having some help from my father, who got a little emotional at
times going through his younger son’s belongings. Although I must admit he took
it well when he was the one who stumbled across a backpack filled with, what
could politely be referred to as, dirty pictures.
Those
went into the trash, along with certain other items that just weren’t likely to
be in demand. But there were some suits and rather stylish shirts that were
totally usable. I got to pack those away for future purchase by someone else.
It
makes me wonder if I’m going to stumble across my brother’s clothes on total
strangers who, somehow, just won’t carry them with the same sense of style as
Chris would have, if he were still with us.
NOW
IN MY brother’s case, he had accumulated quite a collection of recorded music,
particularly of the pressed vinyl variety. The LPs and a turntable or two are
among the belongings I plan to keep.
Perhaps
I’ll even learn to associate the song “Little Latin Lupe Lu” with my brother’s
memory – on account of the fact that I know he has a copy of the 45 rpm
recording. In fact, he has several hundred singles, to go along with LPs and
CDs accumulated through the decades.
Yet
I’ll admit it is the stuff that I had to make the decision to give away or
throw away that most caught my attention on Monday.
While
I wasn’t operating under any delusion that my brother was still amongst us, it
seemed like on Monday that he departed me yet again
IN
FACT, THIS now puts another decision solely into my hands. When our mother
passed on, she was cremated – which was her wish. Yet we never could decide the
proper way to dispose of the ashes.
We
figured we had time to think about this and come up with something appropriate.
Now, it’s my call – particularly since the scattering urn is also amongst the
possessions I have inherited.
So
I’m going to be busy for the next few days, what with trying to move my
belongings, weed through my brother’s possessions and decide the final resting
place for my mother’s remains.
Which
is why I’m taking the rest of the month off from the duties of publishing commentary
on this weblog. Somehow, the ineptitude of Gov. Bruce Rauner and Illinois House
Speaker Michael Madigan, D-Chicago, to put together a state budget seems a
little less important during the next few days.
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