Walking Through Memories

One of the main reasons I came home early was to help my mom with cleaning out the garage. Now the garage has always been my dad's 'man cave.' Everything is there is just… dad. One of his many spare pairs of eyeglasses is still hanging above his workbench.

It was overwhelming at first to know where to begin with organizing all of the belongings stored in there. If there was an organizational plan to that garage it was only known by dad! As I've sorted through all of our belongings I've come to a few realizations.

1) My dad was a horder. I don't think he threw anything away that could have the slightest potential of having a use again, even if it would be years later!

2) Our outdoor gear rivals Cabelas.

3) If a zombie apocalypse ever really happens, we're ready in terms of weapons! Gotta love growing up in a family that hunts and fishes. (I may also be a huge fan of The Walking Dead and am still excited over the season premiere!)


My favorite has been finding things that trigger memories from my childhood. Whether it's an old bicycle seat, sled, or even my first tackle box (bright blue with mickey mouse!). I'm not a very sentimental person so I'm not particularly attached to the objects but the memories that they bring up. It's made this entire process a bit more of a joy to go through.

I miss my dad and there's no doubt that that's going to ever change. I miss the missed opportunities I had with him. However I cherish every single memory we have together even more!