Taking down a home
There is a lot to do when working to take down a home. My son David's home literally contains thousands of things. Each one of those things has to be looked at, evaluated, and a decision made what to do with it.
When I first began straightening out David's bedroom, there was a big pile of his clothing and other belongings which had been dumped there by police during the search of David's home. The king size bed was completely covered with this stuff. And so was the carpeted floor around his bed.
Day by day I spent some time with each thing in that pile. Sometimes putting that thing back where it belonged in the closet. A dress shoe. A tennis shoe. A belt. Plastic bags with children's underpants marked with clothing sizes. There were dozens of these plastic bags. A dress shirt. Winter sweaters. A rain coat. Suitcase bags.
Although David is inches shorter than I am, I learned that many of his clothes fit me. His winter sweaters fit me perfectly. Same with his T-shirts. I did not know before, that we both wore the same shirt size. I moved clothing of David's that fit me into the bedroom where I sleep, to be hung in the closet there.
Is it odd that I am wearing my dead son's clothes now?
6PM - Sold the gun
As many boys are, I wanted to be like my dad. And as I wrote to you yesterday, my dad was a great pistol shooter. I bought my first pistol in 1959. I was 21 years old. The pistol that I bought was a Smith & Wesson Model 41. The US Pistol Team used the Model 41 that year. It was a great pistol.
I bought the pistol at Pachmayr Gun Works in downtown Los Angeles. Got a wonderful Pachmayr gun box too. I competed in local matches. Did pretty good. When I went into the Army, I took my guns with me.
How could I have known in 1959, that 51 years later my son would use the gun to take his own life? I do not hold myself responsible for what David did with that gun. And yet.....
This afternoon I drove to Diablo Gun Works in Pleasant Hill. Sold the Model 41 for $530.