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Finally, three months after her death, I began slowly unpacking. That spurred another round of tears as I unpacked each box since each one seemed to hold some memory of somewhere we had been, or something we did together.
It took a month to unpack everything. Then came the most difficult task of all. Packing up all of Debbie's clothes, and taking them to Goodwill. There were a lot of tears associated with that.
We had moved into the house on August 1st, and four months later I spent my first Christmas alone. Well, that is not actually true, since my parents came down, but even with them there . . . well it still felt alone.
My parents and I had several discussions over the Christmas holidays about my moving back to North Carolina but I was actually a little afraid to move back. As much as I loved North Carolina, and had missed it while we had been in Georgia, I was scared that moving back would just remind me too much about my beautiful lost wife.
By mid-January, I finally began renovating the house, at least on the inside. Debbie and I had already made plans on just what we wanted to do, and in memory of her I wanted to make this house the most perfect one I possibly could.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 9 years agoWhat a great story.Very sad ending but well written.Keep up the good work.
Anonymousover 10 years agoAs a driver, I am always irked by the "hit by a truck" idea. It seems that almost every time a writer needs someone to die, they resort to "hit by a truck". Why not "drunk drivers". At least they deserve the approbation. None the less, I definitely like the story so far.
