For the last year and a half, I have been living out of my husband's dresser and ignoring the closet. It was easy to clean his dresser after his death. I simply packed all his shirts into boxes and took them to the storage unit. I want to make a memory quilt from them when I am able to, so I had no choices to make there, everything stayed. But in the closet, I have to decide what items to give away, what items to keep and hardest of all, what to throw away. I haven't been ready to tackle that yet, so I just push new items in and close the door quickly. Yesterday, I set my timer and started looking through the closet. Only for 15 minutes, but it was a start. It is hard to let go of David's things. But I have to try. One small step at a time. Today I will try again, for a short while.