heavy weather

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deconstructing dad's studySudden storms.

Floods.

So much stuff.

Mourning is exhausting, relentlessly rolling, invisible to the people around who’s daily lives bring temporary relief.

The┬áhangover tiredness hasn’t lifted 3 months after his leaving.

By the end of the year this room will look like a guest bedroom; shelves removed, walls papered and painted, new carpet. Dad’s stuff long since reorganised and prioritised. It’s this removal that hurts the most. I can understand why people keep rooms untouched as memorials to their past owners.

heavy weather
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  1. Indigo Roth writes:

    Hey Wendy, you nailed this one. Very much a common experience, and tough to move on. Indigo

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