….and still am….although there are days I wonder. I know Nick was. He was a force to be reckoned with most days.
I’m trying to get my mind made up about parking the Escape in my garage. However, I have tenants in my garage. And they are not nice ones. So I need to get a few things straight to make them want to move out. And fast. I also have to find the keys to my basement door. Ugh.
Last night, I went out to the garage to find the overhead door remote and look over all the stuff in there again. Just to see what’s what. I’m wondering about renting a dumpster. Ugh
Oh the memories that flooded back. I’m walking around looking at the stuff and run across his coveralls again. I held them close, hugging them, seeing him in them. And it’s all I can do to breathe. I could smell him on the clothes, I could see the last time I remember him wearing them…..
Some things are getting easier with time.
And some are not.
I could smell ‘car’ on me when I got back into the house.
You know how powerful aromas are for bringing back memories???
Ya, it was like that. And that’s OK. I just wish his hand wouldn’t clutch my heart so tight sometimes.