Grief never ends, it changes with time.
I originally wrote this two years ago and it feels like yesterday. I am still missing Matthew.
I wasn’t expecting this today.
It’s New Year’s day, 2015. My little one is 7 and has been getting over a tummy bug so I kept her home today and spent the day housecleaning. The kids tease me about my cleaning obsession – but I don’t feel at rest when the house is upside down, My husband and son helped as well and cleaned the garage.
Something I hadn’t considered when asking them to cleanthe garage was a suitcase filled with my brother’s clothes as well as a bag of clothes he wore to the hospital last year just before he died. I had placed these two items, the suitcase and plastic bag in the corner behind some boxes a few days after he died. Someday, I thought, I would pull those…
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