It seems strange to me when a loved one dies that it feels like you are peeling off a layer of your life. Not taking them off and tossing them but folding them gently and placing them in a box for safe keeping along side your old photos and concert tickets.
My mom, my aunt, my cousins and myself cleaned out my Grandmas apartment today. Her life put into plastic bags and rubbermaid containers. Her clothes taken to be given to an older family member and her memories scattered between those of us there. There is something so raw, so hurtful about what we did today. The final straw in our hearts and minds. The final act of admitting she is not coming back. Her laugh no longer heard. Her smile never to grace us again.
What we have left lives in our hearts and minds. In our old shoe boxes stored in drawers and under our beds. While sad it is the future for us all. The layers of our lives peeled away.