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November 2009 
256
Posted on May 29th, 2009
by 
martha
martha
chuckwagon TW 06worst
If
you haven't cleaned your
house
except, of course, like cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen,
but if, like,
you've got all these piles of stuff
that your husband told you to leave alone
and so you left them alone
for twenty years, or so,
then if he were gone
you'd probably want to clean house
somewhat
and so
256
stands for the number
of CD's that
I've found and catalogued
so far.
It seems to me so simple
to put something away.
But I'm not you.
I think there's a gene for that.
An "Oh, I could put that away!" gene,
And some folks got a "Hey! What's that up in the sky?" gene
instead.
And it's all good.
But someday
somebody comes along
with a bulldozer
or a determination to simply sort things through
and they wonder. When did you stop showing me these things?
When did you stop sharing with me?
When did I stop sharing with you?
I remember why I stopped. Why did you stop?
And what do I do with all the cool stuff you left?
How much happiness was there for you?
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oh hey, look out that window! there's a hawk in the sky!
the dishes can wait, i'm going outside…. :-)
Dear Sweet Martha,
I was so touched to read your blog first thing this morning. You will find a whole new way to thing about “stuff”. You are asking yourself all the needed emotional questions about his “stuff”. Eventually, you will realize that it is just stuff and keeping it will not change much of anything, You cannot lose your memories if his stuff is not still in the house. Keep the Treasures. Your children or relatives might want to have some of the stuff that hold memories for them. You might be surprised at what they remember or want.
Martha, it is difficult, so take your time, treasure the Memories, and let go of stuff that is just stuff. You will know what to do when the time comes. There is no right answer and no right time, except what you determine.
I'm with boogie –Look out the window, there is a cloud formation that looks just like a cauliflower. The robins are chirping and flirting. There's a bee on the snapdragons. And there's a potato chip bag blown in under your hedge.
I'm going out to water my new Sweet 100's patio tomato and breathe the morning air. Wishing you sunny days, strength and courage in daily tasks, and lots of love always. New fresh big ((((hugs))
I brought home a truckload of my mother's stuff, just cause it was hers. Now I have to pass most of it along somehow so I can move.
But take your time Martha. Right now, touching everything is part of grieving. Get into it. Eventually you'll be through this phase. Then get some help, and don't try to do all the hard work by yourself.
but for now, you need to be with it.
That's my take on it. Much love to you.
After you watch the hawks and the clouds, have lunch out with a friend.
Love
DC
So bittersweet, Dear Martha!
Play some of his music…feel him with you, as he is always with you…keep the beautiful LOVE that is Martha & Michael.
Grieve, dear one…but take a gander outside, step out into the sun…watch that hawk soar, watch the clouds appear and disappear, get that potato chip bag from under your hedge :-D….Michael's Love is All Around You, in the Here and Now…go see what love notes he is sending you.
Wish I could be there with you with a warm hug…I'm real good at diving into 'stuff' :-P
Love Youuuu!~~<3