Some people may have noticed that I haven't been on here much of late.
My dad died in May of this year (just shy of 92 years old, with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma). Starting late September and through most of October I was in Illinois going through the contents of the house (the 3rd floor storage area I'd mostly be working in was way too hot to go sooner). Part of that trip was to get all of my stuff that I still had stored there from my childhood and teen years (including things like a Lost in Space robot in box, and a GI Joe Mercury nosecone in box, as well as a near-complete set of Beatles trading cards, but also much more). But the trip was also to also look for things of my folks that I would want as remembrances. And it was also to take one last look at both the house and the town (as well as taking multiple photos of each), as the house is in such a deteriorated state it will be torn down after someone buys it, and there will be no reason for me to ever return to the area again (even if my condition made it so I could manage it), as all my friends from that town have also moved away from it.
Things worked out well: my brother has been managing the financial stuff (he was named Trustee) when my TBIs made any such sustained focus (and repeated meetings) impossible for me. But he didn't want anything to do with the 'stuff' in the house (beyond getting estate sale people to look over what is left, largely antique furniture). So, between the two of us, we covered all the bases.
I am now safely home, but it has taken me two weeks to write this, as my concentration is - um - 'limited' at present from the extensive mental exertion (my back is also still not recovered from the lifting and moving of so many boxes packed into the 3rd floor storage area). It is hard to maintain focus, and incredibly difficult to even get out of bed because - while I am not sleepy tired - I am currently too mentally used up to actually DO anything. So my state at present is intensely frustrating, capping off the exhaustion.