My mom has decided to downsize again and some of that is more of my brothers shirts and a box of his toys. I was going through them in the garage last night and even though he’s been gone for 9.5 years, man that pain is still fresh. Some of his shirts still smell like him (thanks to being in vacuum sealed bags) and the memories of playing with his toys with him came flooding back and I found myself crying alone in our garage at 8:30pm. I generally manage my grief “ok” but last night and today are rough.

Posted by bexisrad at 2022-06-14 23:08:05 UTC