Going through boxes

It's nearly 9 pm and other than going to the funeral home this morning, I haven't been out of the house.  I've been going through boxes, looking for anything that my husband may have written, or owned.  Anything that would make me feel close to him right now.  I feel like I'm 'on hold' for right now...I still can't believe he's really gone, he'll never walk through that door again.