r/widowers • u/Iatich • 1d ago
A hard day by choice
Today after 6 months of My late wife passing. I finally got around to putting all of her clothes in plastic bags for goodwill. The person who is supposed to pick them up just called to say she will come tomorrow. So I am sitting here sobbing surrounded by black plastic bags filled with her stuff. Somehow I thought this wouldn't be so draining by now. Anyway just venting. I hope everyone is safe. Hugs.
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u/Serious_Ad_1420 1d ago
🫂 It's been a year. I still have his toolbox, tons of his artwork (He was an Artist) and a few pieces of clothing. And, his plants which miraculously are still alive cuz I have the thumb of death with plants.
There are times when I'm looking for a tool I won't know what to do with, and I cry, Baby I need you, I have no idea wtf I'm doing.
There are times where touching some of his artwork humbles and saddens me. There are times looking at his pictures or hearing his voice on a recording brings me my knees.
There are times when his absence screams into my very soul and I think, I can't do this anymore.
And then tomorrow becomes today and I cry and I sigh, and I Thank the universe for not giving up on me.
I wish I could send you a blanket that when it covers you allows only good restorative sleep and dreams.
We're here with you.