Small Town Coroner
Today I began packing up my wife's and daughter's things. I cried almost as much as I packed. Memories flooded through me. I will always miss them but I have decided to move the pastor's nephew in. Micheal is his name. Maybe having someone around again will change me for the better. Midnight sniffed all around the stuff. He whinned when he saw me crying and refused to be around me for the rest of the day. I moved all their pictures to my work office. I couldn't let them go. Work has been slow which is good for everybody. Nobody dies and I can get a break to deal with the packing. The pastor offered to help me out but I wanted to do this alone. He didn't know them the way I did. I have been getting pizzas delivered all week. Too lazy to go out and get a decent meal and I don't want Annie and Arnie to ask me about what I'm doing with there stuff. All I know is that someone else could use them. I still need to pick up some paint and get some furniture for the rooms. One bedroom I'm making Micheal's and the other I think a hobby room. I'm thinking of starting wood carving. It's on tv alot and I used to mow the grass for a man that did it when I was little. I might do it who knows. Should be relaxing and something new to learn. I've been praying about it. The church needs a new cross for the steeple. I'm still praying on the prayer chain. It definately helps me keep my mind on the fact that I'm not the only one whith needs or in pain. I have to thank God for what I have. Well I better get to bed so I can pick up the paint at the hardware store tomorrow. Another night of an old man babbling on in the books.
Entry 6 (2007-10-05) — Copyright ©2001-2017 Richard Shane Reinert.