Last weekend I took a trip to Brookings to pick up what few material things he had. It was strange seeing 83 years reduced to just a handful of boxes. He never was one for accumulating stuff unless it was something useful like tools or records/music. So, it comes as no surprise but yet it was. That isn't to say there is nothing to show he existed. There are his 6 living children, 17 living grandchildren, 34 living great-grandchildren, 7 living great-great grandchildren. Additionally, he touched the lives of his 4 step-children and 9 step-grandchildren. So, he left a living legacy, which is a lot.
I didn't realize how mentally paralyzing losing him would be. It has taken me four months to be able to really focus my thoughts and get back to doing some serious writing. While I made an attempt about two months ago, it quickly faded. However, since about a week ago things have looked up. I'm back in the groove of writing something each day. Sharing my progress on Facebook has also been an encouragement for me to keep going. My novel ELLENSBURG is moving along nicely. With already over 20k words and 92 pages I hope to have it completed by September. I will keep you posted.