Today I got rid of the last item, and let me tell you, it felt freeing.
In January, James and I got rid of the bed and the Christmas tree during one of our multiple trips to goodwill. I did keep the middle finial piece (or however you spell that) from the headboard. And today I threw the roses away in the trash. But not before I took some pictures of them as a reminder.
This first bouquet is actually two bouquets of roses that Barry gave me,
but I don't know how long I've actually had them. I just couldn't get rid of them
This last bouquet is roses from the funeral. My good friend Lisa did the flowers
for me, and I actually had tulips in the arrangement too. Roses and Tulips because
those were the only flowers he ever bought me.
I really didn't feel the need to keep the flowers anymore. They were just sitting in my closet on the top shelf gathering dust. But you know, I am glad they are gone right now. I feel a sense of peace about it, like I've taken one more step towards healing. I don't know that I will ever heal, but I would think it is pretty rare to heal from the death of a spouse anyway. Regardless, I am glad I did it, and that it was when I felt ready to do so.