Feb 20, 2011 - 12:09 am
Yesterday I was all set to accomplish a lot of things on my "to do" list. I was getting everything all lined up so that I could do all my errands during one trip. One of the things was to take the bed comforter to the cleaners. I thought I was ready...but apparently I wasn't. I started pulling it back from the bed and then I brought the edge where Ken would have been laying up to my face and breathed in. His smell was still there and overwhelmed me. No one was in the house but me and I collapsed into a sobbing pile on the bed hugging the comforter. After awhile, i composed myself and decided that the stains would have to wait a little longer.
How stupid was that? Is anyone else having problems with removing "evidence" of your husband's life? I just can't bring myself to mess with his stuff yet.