98 years, 7 months and 4 days

I guess you might say that I have been on a roller coaster ride for the past several weeks and just haven't had much interest in posting anything here. My Dad passed away on January 17th at 98 years, 7 months and 4 days old. He had lived alone since my stepmother's passing a little over 3 years ago but just a couple of months ago he began having some problems. Mainly, he was losing his ability to swallow, got very weak and ended up in a care center for a few weeks and then got pneumonia that finally took him. We were very lucky because he was still sharp as a tack and made his own medical decisions that affected the end of his life. It doesn't matter what age your parents are when you lose them, does it? It is always a hard time to go through but I just count my blessings that we had him as long as we did. I have to remember to Celebrate his life as that is what he would want us to do. Now we are in the process of going through the household things, cleaning, sorting and deciding what to do with the mountains of accumulations.  It's one thing to lose an elderly person but to lose a young one is even harder to understand. On January 2, my husband's cousin passed away very suddenly at 36 yrs of age, leaving his wife and a 5 week old baby, their first child, to survive. That was so sad and so you can see that January was not a good month for me and my family. I hope I can post again soon with a more upbeat subject and something more uplifting but I felt that I need to post this so those of you who follow me, would know why you haven't seen me for a while.  Sew until next time, take care of yourself and yours.