Cinda and Lori stopped to pick up boxes and packing tape on the way to Pete’s. This morning they were both up with the sun, and had an early breakfast at 0630. Bunch wasn’t till 1030 so food was a must. They would need it to get through to then. She spent a lot of time on the phone from 9 till 10 organising getting the lawns mowed and removalists a storage unit for Pete’s things. She had no idea what to do with those.
Lori suggested putting everything into storage that she didn’t want to take back with her. Perhaps his extended family, brothers or nieces and nephews would want some of the items. It was a good idea, though none had really expressed that at the funeral when she’d spoken to them. The only thing that had been brought up had been his car, by his brother. He would like to take
