The More I Clean…

The more I clean, the more things I find to remind me of Kevin. Just the simple things…his sunglasses, batteries from his work truck, his old worktruck keys..everything. Today was pretty good-I had a fun time at Ikea with a good friend…but after that, parts of it have been so overwhelming.

More crying and driving..that’s a bad new habit of mine. And now, cleaning, relaxing…just finding more and more of his things are hard. I found the guts to put the rose from the burial, in a vase, with our first christmas together ornament and a picture of his next to his side of the bed. I look at it now, and…wow. It’s a beautiful memorial of him, but I just wish he were here. I miss him so much.

1 month is now past…and I can hardly believe it.

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