Today my sisters and I will be emptying my husbands closet.
let me say I was grateful when they offered to help.
This feels like the day when I had to view his body. I did not want to get up that morning, I do not want to go in the closet.. BUT it is too painful to walk in there and see his clothes. It is almost like living a lie, his clothes are there so he must be coming home.
But he is not.
The good thing is it will go pretty fast, the hardest part will be taking his stuff to the garage and leaving them there.
Kinda sucks that a persons life can just be packed away.
Now that I am thinking I need to get all of his papers and put them away also..
Funny the need for STUFF is so dumb, because when you die, No one really wants it and it gets packed away to be forgotten.
Anyway, Let me eat something.