Two Years After My Husband Died, I Finally Dared to Sort Through His Stuff in the Garage — What I Found Changed My Life - Page 2

“Don’t worry, my love,” Mark would say, usually while massaging my feet or holding my hand tightly. “It will happen for us. We will be parents, one way or another.”

And you know what?

I believed him.

A Smiling Man | Source: Midjourney

And then he died.

For the longest time, I struggled to remove everything that belonged to Mark from the space we shared. Finally, my sister Amy came over to help me move some of Mark’s clothes into the guest room.

“I’m sorry, Barbara,” she said. “But it’s time, sis. You don’t have to get rid of Mark’s clothes completely, but let’s move some of them. Okay?”

I nodded and let her pack Mark’s clothes into large cardboard boxes.

Cardboard boxes | Source: Midjourney