Empty walls

I am back in Ankeny again, but for the last time. Tomorrow Dad and I will pack up the last of his stuff that he is bringing with him to Port Washingon.  Friday Mike and Anita will come and we will load the pick up and drive to Wisconsin.  I will be glad this is my last trip to Ankeny.  I asked dad if there was anywhere he wanted to go before he leaves.  He said no.  Luckily for me, Tiffany and I took our little trip down memory lane last month.

So, why is my subject "empty walls"?  Most of the walls in dad's condo are empty.  The pictures have been taken down.  The plates are packed up and the curio cabinet is empty.  I can't decide whether to say mom's place or dad's place, mom's phone or dad's phone, etc.   I am inconsistent and switch between them.  I am going to change my phone contact to dad's cellphone.

My brother called yesterday to talk about why mom died.  I understand what he is doing and it is hard not to wonder if we did the right things, made the right decisions.  "Don't beat yourself up" my Aunt Carol told us.  You do the best you can.