I had a monumental moment last night. I was on a cleaning rampage and I decided to finally give away my husbands clothes. He died three years ago January 26th 2009. I have kept his clothing and his shoes and his belongings right where they were three years ago. I thought it would be easy but I cried and I cried. I held his things and I put them in bags to give away. I was so sad that he would never wear them again and that somewhere I thought a miracle would happen and he would be back. That is the little girl in me wishing. The big girl, the woman took the things and put them in bags. I cried and my daughter helped me put his things in bags. She saw me crying and she said that he was looking at me right then and that he would want me to be crying. I was touched by this and stopped. she gave me the strength to go on. I fininshed and purged my house. It felt amazing. I love her and it was healing.
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