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