When do we actually decide it’s time?

Time to pack up all of our lost loved ones’ belongings into a box. And then what?

What do you do with them?

Donate to an organization that a stranger will use or buy for pennies on the dollar? They mean so much more than that to me!

I still have all of Steve’s clothing and personal items. I’m not sure, even after two and a half years, what I intend to do with them.

I’ve found that his boxers and t-shirts are comfortable to sleep in and wearing them keeps him still close to me.

He has lots of thermal/button downs that I think I’ll hold onto… after all, I still try to heat the house with wood rather than pay the price for oil.

I know he’s never coming back to wear his jeans or shoes, so they’re boxed up… just waiting for me to make the next move.

When… I don’t know when… and that word alone doesn’t have a time frame, which is good… because… I don’t know when… when… whenever.