Mourning

Packing up to leave the home we built together is mourning in action. The sights and sounds of your papers, your tools, your clothes, the memories we shared are just overwhelming. I feel like I’m walking through jello at a snail’s pace.  Leaving here is yet another loss.  I’m tired of losing people. The “stuff”, our possessions are immaterial, stuff comes and goes.  It’s the loss of companionship, comfort and hope that hurts me.

 

 

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