Finally went through her clothes
It's a year now. No hope in sight. I have moved with her clothing exactly as she left them.
These were the ones on the bed, these were in the laundry, these were favorites, seasonal etc.
Then were ones she saved for "someday", or were gifts, or handed down from friends, or souvenirs of her grandmothers.
She has none.
What keeps her cozy comfy at night if her favorite comfy hoodie is in my arms right now? What about her go-to after work pajamas?
I carefully placed each category in a different bin.
Most all smell like her. Each band tee or something obtained on a trip was a fantastic memory.
Then there were the ones I grew out of that she wanted, that made me smile. Or the ones I bought. Or the jackets and jeans adorned with pins and patches we had so much fun picking out and affixing.
Our child's wardrobe is a fascinating collection.
They make books about coffee tables right? there should be a book about this.
Can anyone relate?
It was a day of crying and memories. I made an emergency backpack of socks, underwear, essentials in case I could bring them to her.
The baby stuff is in storage but this is the past 10 years. Some I know she no longer wanted and will donate.
I miss her so much, this clothing tells stories of how much she was loved and of the many things she loved. Lots of fairies and unicorns and cats. It's like a fairytale we lived that ended.
Do they remember? I did, I love whatever my mother saved for me, held in my childhood room or her closet for so long until I had my own home to house them.
How does she survive without things she loved so much? She was just wearing a year ago the last time she got changed in her then room.
Jewelry is next, but it's mostly packed and havnt found it all yet. She used to have them hanging on this beautiful jewelry wall hanging.
Thank you for reading and listening ❤️