April 27, 2009
My brother called me at 9:30 in the morning and asked if I could meet him at Mom’s storage, an hour’s drive away, to try and empty it out before the end of the month. He drove our brother-in-law’s truck, and it soon became clear that what was left wouldn’t fit in one load. So we filled it up with things destined for my house, drove there, unloaded, drove back to the storage, filled the truck with things going to the storage cube on his property, and parted ways after a long hug. It was a long, hard, sad day.