It's been a long morning already, including having to go the the grocery store BEFORE taking my daughter to school! We are waiting on my mom to get up and my aint to get here so that we can start working on the craft room again, which has become a temporary storage room that we need to sort through quickly, because there is a whole shift that we are going to have to do, empty craft room, move craft room furniture back to craft room (and out of our temporary room,) move our bedroom suite out of storage and into our temporary bedroom (we are adding on to the house) and then label all of mom's random boxes and put them in the (hopefully) empty side of our storage unit, so that we can go through at a slower pace, because going through Dad's things makes us all start crying and we just stop halfway through a box. Not very productive. lol. We all miss him so much, and it hurts me so bad to see my mom going through this. I mean, yeah, he was my Dad, and I love him unconditionally, but we didn't pick him, and he didn't pick us. Him and Mom DID pick each other, though, and spent 32 years together. It pains me so much to not be able to make her hurting stop.