His Life time in a box!
No one usually thinks about what happens to our earthly possessions when we depart. Those things that once brought Chrsitmas smiles to our faces, the items picked out with such care for our birthdays that the giver knew we would smile ear to ear.
We don't think about that mohair coat we took 2 pay checks to pay for and looked so stylish in would show no value to others.The neon sign of our Football team would no longer hold a special corner to our house lit up for everyone to see our pride.
When your always an organzied person I guess you think that in the end it will be remembered not stuffed into garbage bags. It took one very cold December night for me to realize that to others things are just things.
They hold no special place in their hearts and altho they may bring tears to those we loved the cold fact remains they are of no longer value to us or others that see them as gathering space.
I tried very hard to hold back the tears as my late husband final things were delivered to me. It was so hard to see them treated with so little repect. I walked back and fourth from the cars unloading his things my hands trembling tears escaping and my heart breaking.
I had so little time to deal with his loss before the attacks started. Now I knew with certainty that the woman who attacked my family never loved my husband.
No one you loved would ever have handled a loved ones things in this manner. We had him back with us where he belonged in our hearts and these things would help us deal with his loss.
I am so glad he died before he found out she never loved him just his money. The cold winter night whistled out my window, branches danced off the panes and I closed my eyes wearing his Tshirt and felt warm and protected in his memory...my love your home now......