I remember it took me a week to take his clothes out of the white plastic bag from the hospital. I could not move his cosmetics from the bathroom vanity. I had just done the laundry but I could not put his clothes away. The books he was reading are still on the night stand. His glasses, cell phone, and wallet are still on his dresser.
It seems I just can't bring myself to move them. I guess it is a part of denial. I know he is not coming back, but I can't do it yet! What is wrong with me? As I am writing this, I can feel my stomach starting to feel itchy-goomey!
Thank God I don't cry everyday anymore. I do still cry, it is just not everyday. And thank God that awful anxiety is not plaguing me!
I will pray that each day comes softer for you! I am here if you need to talk!