My dad died. He died November 9th, and I thought I was fine, but like crashing waves grief runs into me on a regular basis. After his death my sister mailed me his vintage camera collection so I could sell anything I didn't want and keep what I did. I thought reaching the end of the sales process would magically cure my grief; Spoiler alert, it didn't. My dad was in my life daily until I was around 12 and once my parents divorced I saw him but not on a steady basis. We kept in touch, but sporadically. Over the years after he remarried his wife pushed thousands of time for my dad to stay more in touch with us all...but it was always a one sided reach. I'd reach out and we'd have a great conversation, but he'd never try calling me himself. I just don't think it occurred to him to do so. There is one camera and one lens left to sell....the rest are all listed or already sold. The remainder shall stay with me until my passing. In researching them I keep wantin...
