Sunday, April 17, 2016

#SOL16: Cleaning Out Rob's Car

Rob turning to talk with Devon. 

Today, I cleaned out Rob's car. Each time I pull into the garage I see his car and for a millisecond think, "Rob's home"--just like I have done for the last 14 years that we have lived here. On Wednesday, I will be delivering his car to a buyer. Another piece of my husband's earthly life will be gone.

Each time something belonging to Rob is given away, thrown out, or in the case of his car, sold--I am so overwhelmed with sorrow that I must sit down as the crying is gut wrenching. It still seems at moments like this that it is utterly impossible that I won't ever see, or touch, or love, or kiss, or simply lie alongside my husband again. He is gone. How can a man who was so vital die so quickly?  So early?

Sometimes there is only pain.

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