I didn’t even notice them anymore, the things Jim always had in certain places. Over these past months, they were just part of the landscape of my home.
Then yesterday, these items jumped out. After years and years of them being staged in the same place, it felt weird to suddenly “notice them.”
I realize that there are many things I can dispose of—like his large supply of prescription drugs. Adios!
But these items are going to remain where they are. They were his daily items, the mark of his life, and I’m not willing to let go yet.
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| His coffee mug next to the brewer |
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| His pill cases in his sink |
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| His slippers at the foot of our bed |
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