I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope to capture the memories of this journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
MY NEW CLOTHES
I didn't take too long after my husband passed before I decided to donate his clothes to good will. There were a few exceptions to this. We held out some of the clothes that had memories in them and my sister made a quilt for each of the kids out of his clothes. I love those quilts. There could not have been a better gift. I also held onto a few other pieces that just reminded me of him. One of those things was his pajamas. For the last six months of his life, he spent a lot of time in his pajamas. Whenever I am missing him or feeling incredibly lonely - there is something about sliding into those clothes and curling up on my bed in the fetal position. I can get lost in a world of remembering.
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clothes,
remembering
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