- Our bed frame that we bought when we were first married
- Our Christmas Tree
- The Roses from the arrangements that my friend Lisa made for me for his memorial service
Our Christmas Tree we bought when the twins were just 10 months old. It is 7.5 feet tall, 5 feet wide at the base and is just huge. It has lived in 6 houses, this one being the sixth. It has been set up for 9 Christmases, and held many years of ornaments. Has had hundreds of Christmas gifts under it. Has been piled with candy canes, and cursed at for being difficult to put up. Barry even made us a diagram after Christmas 2008 so we would remember how to do it. You'd think after so many years we would remember, but we did not. But now it is leaning a bit to the side. The box was so torn up and taped up, that last year I bought a bag for it. I have to string the lights myself and it is a very tedious job. So this year I am getting a new tree, with pre-strung lights.
But what do I do with the old tree? Do I keep it in the bag its in for years down the road? When Barry and I bought it, he said we'd get the biggest tree possible so that we wouldn't have to buy another one for YEARS. He picked it out. So have 9 years been enough? Should I make this the 10th year it is up?
I feel like change is needed. I want a new tree, and will buy one, but I just don't know what to do with the old one. I feel wrong getting rid of it. But I don't want it to clutter up my garage. I'm all about streamlining lately, and have been getting the urge to declutter and purge again.
Now I have the roses from Barry's memorial service, dried, in my closet. Why have I kept them? I dried them all, and they sit in a basket out of sight. I don't want them anymore. I have no use for them. But to throw them away would, again, make me feel guilty. Almost like I don't respect him anymore, that I don't value the memory of that day.
Lastly is our bed frame. This I struggle getting rid of the most. We actually bought an entire bedroom set, and had matching dressers and a nightstand to go with it, which I gave to Habitat for Humanity before I moved. This was our wedding gift to each other. But the bed frame, that is special. That is the baby making bed, where our family was started. That bed has seen love, anger, sadness, fighting, laughing, lots of sex and making love. It has seen everything. And the night after Barry died, I laid in it, and woke up crying in my sleep at 5 AM. It was the foundation of our marriage almost, and I have it in my garage right now, leaning against the wall. I knew when I moved that I would keep it. But here I am, almost seven months later and I don't want it anymore. It is taking up space. What the hell do I do with it?
Does all this mean I am moving on with my life? I don't want to "lose" Barry, so to speak. I want to hold onto him forever. But I can not keep all this "clutter" in my life. Quite honestly, it stresses me out because I see more stuff taking up space. And I do not want clutter. I hate clutter. Yet with four children, it is nearly impossible to not have clutter, but I do my best. And throw away crap I see lying around. Anyway, I don't want to disrespect him. I feel bad for wanting to get rid of all of it, especially the bed. Its just though I don't need it anymore, I won't ever have a use for it unless one of the kids wants it when they move out of the house. So do I hold onto it for another 10+ years? Hell no! But then there is just that tie to the bed, the one place I last laid with Barry, where I heard him snore and wanted to suffocate him, where we loved each other, and cuddled, and made love and had sex and laughed and fought. There is so much to that bed.
I know these things don't represent him, our memories of him are in our hearts and our minds, but there are still things that he touched, things he fixed. Hell, we were going to get rid of the whole bedroom set if we had moved to Pennsylvania anyway! I just feel like its so special now, that how could I possibly get rid of it?
I just don't know what to do. I want it, yet I don't want it. I need to move on, and I am afraid these things are holding me back from doing so.