The Symphony of Suck II

I’m going through HIS cloths today. It’s hard, really hard.

Some of it’s going in the garbage (work cloths) or will be donated but I’ve come across random pieces of clothing that I can’t part with. Funny thing is most of those are absolutely beat to crap, his fav cargo shorts that are pretty much shredded up the legs, a grubby tank top from a trip we took, that kind of thing. And I’m keeping a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs I splurged on for him a few weeks before it happened, still in their box he didn’t have a chance to wear them.

I’m going to be spending a lot of time going through his stuff in the next while, mainly because he had interests that needed various tools/equipment/stuff…that and he was a bit of a pack rat.

I’ve also got to make a list of things his friends might want and contact his family about the same.

….then there’s the basement. I hate going down there because it’s like something out of the final scenes of “The Blair Witch Project”, tres creepy and filled with all kinds off stuff we clearly don’t need if it’s down there. It was on our “to do” list to clean it out this summer.

Way to dodge that bullet honey.

As hard as going through his cloths is there are a few things that are going to be a lot worse.

I still haven’t gone to the barn to see our horses.

HE loved his horse above everything else, and I don’t know how to handle it. I mean, I know how I’m going to handle it (a lot worse then the cloths) but I just don’t want to deal with it right now.

The bitch is that anytime I’ve been upset or pissed off I’d go for a ride and feel better, it’ll be awhile before I can feel that again.

And the irony is that his horse is older than most horses of his type usually get to, and I was very worried how HE would deal with the horse’s eventual death…But apparently the horse has outlived him.

Way to dodge that bullet honey.

So I’ve got stuff to do, really hard stuff. The Symphony of suck continues.