Storing items, discarding things and donating others.
Empty draws, counter space, and clothing rod.
I'm finding myself face to face with the finality of it all.
Not that I've been in denial of the death of my husband, I know he is gone, it's just,
I started getting waves of,
He's gone,
he's really gone,
forever.
I am so glad that grief comes in spurts for me to deal with. This is hard enough as it is in small doses.
Tears are the only thing that seem not come in small doses when they come and they haven't finished.
No comments:
Post a Comment