With my father's passing, so many things are going through my mind.  Too many things.

My sister and I never have to speak to each other again, and we know it.

Today, after cleaning my father's apartment, I returned the keys to her.  It was painful.  We didn't want to be with each other and everyone could tell.  How sad. 

I cleaned out my fathers place.  There were over 100 cassette tapes that I need to go through.  I don't know what they have on them.  I do know I will listen to each on and blog about them here ... eventually.