The poor guy didn't even know where to begin. He is still grieving (naturally) and he hadn't even touched many things that had belonged to his wife, such as her sewing stuff and personal collections, as he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Several members of our shared dance club were helping out and he kept saying that he just didn't deserve all this help. He kept reminding of us of what a gruff guy he had been for so many years while his Donna had been alive. I know that he was always good to her, if not the most social guy in the room. And I told him not any one of us is any better than any other and that we all loved him. He openly cried several times. I personally felt emotionally exhausted after only 5 hours of working, so I can't imagine how he felt.
As luck would have it, the rest of the weekend turned out to be more than a little irksome for me: My sister is back in the clink- charges in 3 counties, including a parole violation. Some evil intolerant person put a virus on the web pages that have information for write in republican candidates for our local election. And a nasty little mole is wreaking havoc on my front yard.
But I got to enjoy one of the most beautiful warm Seafair Sundays ever.