I was getting dressed this morning and happened to look at my husband’s side of the closet. All his shirts are hanging there, and my eyes rested briefly on a couple of them, with pictures filling my mind of some of the times he wore them. An awful ache in my heart.
His clothes, his hats, his cane, his shoes, his Bible, his books. These things are present, but I don’t really look at them. I have begun to realize that there are things I won’t look at, listen to, touch or examine yet. I will not listen to a John Prine song. I pass quickly over his favorite shows with the remote, Oak Island and Gold Rush. It could be a part of me trying to protect myself, or it could be avoidance, which seems unhealthy. I am going to try to face some of this in the coming months. Try to go through some of his personal things and sort them and store them or give them away.
Just thinking about this makes me feel so empty.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Hi lovely Lisaapaul, it is hard and take care and time you need. Give yourself grace and peace ❤️
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Thank you, you are so kind. I do need to keep giving myself grace, you are right.🩷
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Wow. I just can’t imagine. I hope for peace you, and new growth this year.
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Thank you so much. And thank you for reading
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