Adventures in Safety Deposit Boxes
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We went over the contract, signed and initialed several spots and then entered the vault, opened the box, and retrieved the contents. I believe the somberness of the moment was lost on the kind lady helping me.
When I got home and went through the stuff it took me back to the sad state around the time of my stepfather's passing. Most of the stuff was his except for a few documents and other items.
I'm still teched with that melancholia thinking about how sad it was to acquire the items and how much I have missed my stepfather during the interim. Though similar changes as well as things maudlin are not really something I dwell on the facts remain that I feel that he, like my biological dad, departed too soon.
However, these are not my purview and I cannot question nor intervene in matters of The Almighty. So I packed the things away carefully in a mirrored box purchased for that purpose and set them on the night stand for another day.
Hopefully I still cultivate that ability to "change what I can, accept that which I can't, a be wise enough to know the difference".
Johnny Pruett ... you are gone these long years and I am still here.