My dad, Bryan Henry Robbins, passed away on November 2, 2019. My mother, under his care for nearly 20 years at that time, came to live with me for a while until we were able to get her into assisted living. After some serious health issues requiring hospitalization, she was transferred to a skilled nursing facility, where she still lives.
In October 2022, I was going through the many things of my parents we had stored at my very small house, decluttering things that were no longer needed, legally required to be kept, sentimental, monetarily valuable, or useful for genealogy. I took photos of some things that evoked memories before they were decluttered. This was one of them.
In October 2022, I was going through the many things of my parents we had stored at my very small house, decluttering things that were no longer needed, legally required to be kept, sentimental, monetarily valuable, or useful for genealogy. I took photos of some things that evoked memories before they were decluttered. This was one of them.
My dad was a school custodian most of his life. He wore so many keys on a retracting key chain which hung from his belt that he used to jingle when he walked. Of course, he returned all his school keys when he retired in 2014.
When he passed, my sister gathered up all the keys she found when she cleaned out the house in case any of them were needed. We identified most as doorknob, vehicle, fuel cap, padlock, and suitcase keys. Those that were needed were set aside and used. These were the rest.
After three years none of these were needed, and so I disposed of them. But I had to take a photo first.
Miss you, Dad.
