I've started going through Dons stuff I had tucked away. It's all so hard to sort through and hard to get rid of. It feels like you are "getting rid" of the person and It occured to me why I've avoided going through the clothes part and why it's so much harder then everything else. A part of me still is waiting for him to come home from work, to walk through that back door and of course when he does, he will need those clothes. Not logical I know... but this is how my mind works these days.
For me personally, My plan is that I will make a quilt with some of his clothes which will go on my bed. some will go to his family, and others to a young man that lives in my parents neighborhood that is in need.
Don was very into music and used songs to express his thoughts to me. So today while going through things, it was like Pandora was channeling songs from him. Song after song reminded me of times we would lay in bed and he would play me songs (mostly snippets of songs) and would tell me why he liked that song, or how he interpreted the songs message. I stopped cleaning more than once to write the song down so I could go back and save it in my music library.
Tonight I am taking a break after working through two full rooms. I am so thankful for family that comes and helps move the big stuff that I can't lift on my own. This weekend, we tackle the shed outside.