Now I remember why I've put off clearing out the garage for so long
So, a month or so back, a fellow Spyder Owner had to sell his beloved Spyder, and Teddy & I were lucky enough to "Inherit" his very unique Spyder Lift and Uni-trailer that he had built for his Spyder. They have been sitting untouched in Teddy's garage ever since he dropped them off for us when he delivered his RT-Limited to its new owner in Central Ohio. With my back getting better, I've started to clear out the garage a little, since I have to remove a couple Metro-Shelves to get the Spyder Lift mounted to the front wall. Well, I started this process yesterday and didn't get very far at all, just so dang emotionally draining. I think I need to give a little backstory here for you to understand better.
Back in 2000, I was recently divorced, living in Florida & caring for my elderly/ill mother. I knew that my moms time with us was quickly coming to an end, and I asked if she thought it best that we move back to Northern Kentucky (where we're originally from) so that when she passed, it would be in the presence of all of her remaining family, as all my brothers and sister live here in the Tri-State area. She agreed & we moved back to KY & thats when I was offered the job at Ford Motor Company. My mothers health held out for a couple of more years before she decided the life she was living, was no longer WORTH living, and she refused to continue her Dialysis treatments 3X/week. My heart sank, but I understood her decision, as I could see & feel the pain she had to deal from numerous medical conditions on a daily basis. Dec. 22 2002 I did as she requested me to do, and helped to end her pain here in this life. Needless to say, I was crushed & lost for the next 6 months, I can't recall anything from that time at all.
Forward 2 years, & I was living in an 1893 house in Mainstrasse Village in Covington Kentucky, & had the upper two floors consisting of 2 bedrooms and a roof-top deck with a view of the Cincinnati Riverfront, and had a neighbor that lived on the lower level of the two family house. We were both renting our apartments, as I had requested to buy the house from the owner numerous times, but he wouldn't sell. On Feb. 8th 2007, my neighbors apartment on the lower lever caught fire around 4:30 in the morning, from an electrical short in the wiring inside the wall behind his bed. He got out & quickly allerted me to the situation and told me to get out as well. I grabbed my pet chinchilla (Louie, named after my mom Louise) and put him in a waste paper basket with a towel over it & I frantically tried to find my cat, Skooter, but couldn't find him anywhere. So there I stood, outside in nothing but socks, boxers & a hoody, all awhile, thick snow flakes were falling all around us on the last snowfall of that season.
I ended up loosing just about everything I had in that fire besides what I was wearing, my Chinchilla Louie & luckily Skooter had lived through the fire. What wasn't destroyed by the fire, was heavily damaged from the thick, heavy smoke and then, from the water to extinguish the fire. It got so hot inside, that the paint on the walls actually bubbled & boild off for the most part. Some stuff of my mothers (some of mine also) that I had stored in the basement after her passing was still there, and the plastic containers kept them safe for the most part from the smoke and water. After the fire, I lived with my brother & stored what was thought salvageable in his basement for about 6 months while I looked for a new place to live, and now, all of these containers are lining Teddys garage here at our new condo along the river. These containers I haven't opened or even looked in since the fire happend and as I started going thru them yesterday, it was like opening an emotional time-vault, where your life at that very moment was caught in time. Wow, how very different my life is today, compared to 4 years ago, or 6 years ago when I helped my mom to pass.
I'm going to make another go at it today, and see if I can make some more progress. Just kind of a hard time, as my moms birthday was May the 8th, and mothers day is right around the corner, I miss her every day so much. But know that she is no longer suffering & pray that she's in a better place.