There is so much stuff in my house, and I know I will feel better once I get rid of some it. It’s not as easy as that. There are ties to everything. The stupidest things can derail me.
Today I am working my way through the basement. I had a flood there on Easter weekend and I moved a bunch of stuff and now it is either time to put it back or get rid of it. I am trying to pitch as much of the stuff that I can but Lordy it’s hard.
There are two crutches in the basement. I figure, meh, won’t need those again, I’ll give them to my daughter to put in her yard sale. That was what I was thinking until I picked them up. There on the side, in typical Kevin scrawl, was a message: “I just want the attention”. He was such an idiot. I loved him so. So now the crutch isn’t just a thing anymore is it? It becomes a tangible connection to the man who was.
God, this is still so hard. When does it get easier?