Three steps forward, one step back. One day we have a will, the next day we don't. One day there's a trust, the next day there isn't. Emotions are raw, senses of humor seem to have disappeared, and there's always the house to continue emptying. Thirty-seven boxes of clothing and household items were just now loaded on a truck to be donated, and a dumpster that arrived an hour ago is already halfway filled.
Tip: Take a look around you. If you see something you don't really love, donate it or toss it. That's my criteria now. If I don't love it, I'm not keeping it. Luckily, I happen to love Chris!
This will all turn out fine, but right this minute I'm so down it hurts. And after a death, it doesn't seem right to be resenting the dearly departed.
I just want to go home.
