I finished cleaning out my husband’s workshop today. There aren’t even any ghosts left out there anymore, just the quiet air. Someone will come here soon to haul it away. It’s a sad day, but it’s part of moving forward. We had good times working together out there. The empty space in our back yard will tug at my heart, but I’m hoping to fill the empty space with friends, tables and chairs this fall to have a party celebrating M.’s life and work. We’ll tell stories about him, eat some good food and remember him fondly. That would be a great way to fill up that empty space in our yard, and in my heart.