You can't make it up.

This one was hard. 

I was fine collecting all the bottles and moving them downstairs, taking the pictures and arranging the shelves.

But making that video reel and putting it out there.

It was hard.

I couldn’t stop the tears, so I crawled back into bed.

 132 bottles of whiskey.

Some days I laugh when I look at this collection I inherited.

Some days I cry.

Regardless, I’m grateful for you, my readers, along for the ride.

I wouldn’t have a reason to organize these bottles if I wasn’t sharing this story.

The whiskey would probably still be in the pantry, and the liquor cabinet, and the chip boxes in the storage room.

Now, for the first time, his whiskey collection is all in one spot.

It’s still so hard to believe that all of this whiskey is here, but Adam isn’t.

As my brother-in-law always says, “you can’t make it up.”