This morning when I woke up, I decided to finally clear our walk in closet of all of Mike’s clothes. I should have given them away long before, but truth to tell, I could not bear to part with them. Seeing his suits hanging in our closet somehow comforted me.
Someone had told me that it was good to get rid of things that remind you of someone you had loved and lost, and that this was the first step for moving on. On Facebook, I saw a post that said, “You can’t reach for anything new if your hands are still full of yesterday’s junk.” And yet another post said, “Think positive and positive things will happen.”
It seems the world was telling me it was time to let go. Mike was never coming back in this lifetime. Death had claimed him, and he was back with our Creator.
So with a heart full of hope that life indeed would get better, I did exactly that. Cleared everything out, and packed them in two suitcases. Oh, I cried a river while I was doing it, remembering good times with Mike, cherishing our love, but when I finally shut the suitcases, I felt ready to begin life anew.
What lies ahead, I wonder?
may i make a suggestion? give all Mike’s things to somebody or some place he loved. if I may share, when my motherinlaw who lived with me for 9 years till she passed on, i gave all contents of her room to Women for Christ. they have a home for their aging poorer members. and guess what? they fixed one room and put everything in it, and named if after her. So there in Bulacan, she lives!
When my father and mother died a year apart our relatives immediately asked for their clothes! 🙂 Since my nurse-duty was midnight to morning, Mama already gave me instructions as to what to do with her clothes when she dies, or what she will wear etc. Yes, my parents prepared me for their death and although it took a long time for me to get over it I learned to let go when I had cancer last year. My friends gave me eulogies and I was able to answer questions and returned their best wishes with hugs. Moving on and clearing stuff is such a a wonderful release . . . Take time with yours, Monette. . .