I've been on here reading mostly, posted once or twice over the past couple weeks, but finally starting to mentally reckon with everything.
To the point, on January 14, my father (the one who got me into trains, lifelong member of the Boy Scouts, Korean War veteran, player in the Cincinnati Reds minor league system) passed away after a reappearance of his pancreatic cancer, one which he was not physically strong enough to endure any kind of treatments.
I've found myself numb and hurt, accompanied with the horrifying thoughts of watching him deteriorate from around Christmas time until he passed.
Now I've been helping my mom with all the paperwork for transferring his pension from when he worked with the City of Philadelphia, his life insurance, things like that. Also, arranging for parts of his collections (coins, vintage baseball cards, and of course trains) that are not being kept to be worked out for sale.
It's a very painful time right now, but trying to keep the memories good and happy. One thing is that he left me an amazing train collection, one that I will be a faithful custodian of, and make sure he lives on in as many ways as possible.
Just wanted to send that out, to share with the folks here. I've spoken with many of you on here and even seen you at shows (my father and I probably both met some of you at shows!)
Thank you for your time in reading this. I'm looking forward to staying aboard here, as running trains and reading about them has always been a healer for me.