Sadly, my father passed away early this morning. He seems to have died in his sleep.
My brother and I have spent the past two weeks cleaning out some of the closets and cupboards in our old house. Mostly we've gone through the things that were Mom's, and that was easy because she's been gone ten years. Then we found things that had been his and mine. Now we are dealing with Dad's things.
So far, I'm ok. I know it will hit me sometime, but for now, I'm ok.