I was surprised at myself.
When we cleaned out Dominic’s apartment two weeks after he left us, I couldn’t throw away a thing.

Even though it meant boxing it up, carting it down the stairs and loading and unloading it onto our trailer, I DIDN’T CARE.
If it was his, if his hands had touched it, his body worn it or he had placed it in the cabinet or fridge, it was coming with me.
The only thing I left in that space was the empty echo of his fading presence.
I brought all the rest home.
Read the rest here: They’re Not Just “Things”


Thank you for sharing your personal journey. Your words help me tremendously. After 6 years, I’m just now bringing 3 pair of my son Tyler’s shoes in from the garage. They are still tied. They are now in his room, in his closet…safe from outdoor elements. Baby steps each new day ❤️
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I have done exactly that. Towards the end of her earthly life, i gave her a few boxes of pictures because she wanted to do scrapbooks…it has been 7 years, 4 months and 11 days today…I still have not been able to look inside them….
My heart is still too fragile.
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