This last week has been transforming, cathartic, sad, grieving, digging up soil that hadn’t been turned yet . . . turning up items of Mike’s that I’d stuffed in drawers – till later. I had shelves and rods installed in the master closet a week ago. Which meant I had to empty the closet. This also meant that I had to go through everything in the closet. No more waiting. As I put things away, I cried, wishing Mike were here. I’m washing lots of clothes as I sort through it all – what to keep, what to pass on. Cleaning. Clearing. Working in my closet. Seems like inner work to me. Feels like it, too. Lots of greiving. Changing the inside as I change the outside.
After a week plus of closet work, I found myself drawn to clean out my email in and out boxes. My inbox messages had been filed a couple months ago, but I had not cleared the outbox since before Mike passed on. I found emails I had sent to him and a few from him – more dipping into the depths of what was. . . that is no longer. I cried and pushed the delete button on the emails. There’s no deleting him from my heart.
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wait…I don’t get the deleting emails. Can’t you just put them in a folder somewhere? There are a myriad of reasons why you may want those emails again in the future. Don’t get rid of stuff too fast…it may be painful to confront right now but may prove to be of great comfort in days, months, years ahead. Meanwhile, good cries are good! and healing, huh?
xxoo