Reorganizing is always hard. It's the same thing as redecorating. Which is the same thing as admitting that the house-in-the-country didn't happen in 2011 because oh-that's-right-he-died.
And granted, I've been tackling huge projects lately. My kitchen looks brand new (it's not). My bedroom. Bathroom. Painted downstairs. And now the "office."
And first of all, I can hear him in my head: "Are you sure that's where you want it?" "How about this over there?" "How does that make sense?" And then, as I'm cleaning out shelves, I'm finding things. Things I forgot I stashed. That I now have to find a new home for and confront "Does this really mean something?"
Ironic that "reorganization" has been cited as one of the stages of grief - you have to reorganize your life without that person alive. And reorganization simply reminds one that he's no longer here.
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