No it is definately not wrong Kyme. I have so little of Micheal's stuff.
He left most of his stuff there when he broke up with his ex-girlfriend and moved out of thier apartment, so I have one over-filled box of odds and ends and paperwork, the series of books that he was reading before he died and some clothes and stuff.
I gave my daughters each some of his clothes and one of his watches each. I wear some of his sweatshirts and shirts (and a pair of his drawstring pants too Jeanne), and I have two shirts - one that smells like him dressed up and wearing "stink pretty" (that's what he called his cologne) and the other one smells like him when he came home from work - and a winter coat that still faintly smells like him. I sleep with his army bear and his pillow, under his comforter every night, and have his photo on my bedside table to kiss and say "I love you" to every night before I turn out my light.
I also carry the little insurance slip folder from his car with his health insurance card, his driver's licence & insurance slip, his birth certificate and his business cards, around in my purse with me all of the time.
I did get the clothes he was wearing when he fell, from the hospital where he was first brought, but I didn't keep them because they were in shreds from EMS having to cut them off of him. I could kick myself over and over and over now for not keeping them, but at the time when I got them back, I was extremely distraught and my husband thought it would be better for me not to keep looking at them. His heart was in the right place and I understand that he didn't think it would be good for me to look at them all the time, but what I wouldn't give to be able to smell them....
So if any of you are crazy, then I guess I am certifiable... But we aren't. We are just holding tightly to every little thing that we have left of our children. Even though it is horrible for me to feel this way about any of us in this terrible situation, I have to admit that I envy those of you who still have your children's rooms to go into... Forgive me for feeling this way - I know it's not fair, but Micheal moved out on his own about a year and a half or so before he died, so 'his room' wasn't his room anymore and all I have left are bits and pieces.
I am so sorry that we are all left grasping for little bits of comfort. Wishing you all peace and comfort.
Love and hugs,
Johanna, Micheal's mom