A long day packing up CMM's clothes and the like to donate. Tomorrow I pick up his ashes. It's a sad process but feels very necessary right now, to reclaim my life I need to get my space in order. And I have this time off so it's a convenient time to complete the tasks.
Tomorrow I'll finish my bedroom, although taking the donations in will be delayed because it will be raining tomorrow. I'll also take down the Xmas tree tomorrow. I may finish the closet reorganizing next week.
I'm keeping a few things that remind me of him. Strangely, I realize, the man had no smell. His clothes just smell like the fabric softener he used, or his cologne. But I never remember smelling sweat, no smell unique to him. Isn't that odd?
It fills like a huge hole, the space where he was. So much of my life in the past year was spent caring for him. It will take a while to fill that space back up with my own life.
