The last two days I have been emptying closets and dressers and it has been very trying. I find myself alternately feeling angry and crying or both at the same time. I miss my Rose so much. I am angry that she had to go through what she went through. She was too good a person to be punished that way. Master plan or no master plan she did not deserve having to go through that. She was taken way too soon. I brought seven bags of clothes to Salvation Army and they just picked them up and threw them in a truck and gave me a receipt that said 7 bags. 30 years summed up as 7 bags. Life is so weird.
yesterday I went to Norton Ditto and donated 3 of my husband Larry's suits. They were 3 that he did not wear often so not much as far as sentimental memories attached to them. These suits are going to be given to returning soldiers from the war so I felt good about where they were going. That is 3 less things that someday I will have to deal with in his very full closet. I am so grateful that I saw this sign outside the store passing by last week, just a little bit of comfort knowing they will be on the backs of some very brave young men. It goes on all this month.