Such a difficult day

Today is the day for cleaning out Henry's room - at least partially. The bed has been dismantled and is now on the dump, the dressers are headed to a thrift store (somebody might as well get some use out of them) and I spent a couple of hours packing up his clothes, karate paraphernalia, his Pokemon cards, games etc. (I remember how he liked collecting those, he had such fun - we had such fun) etc.

It was one of the most difficult things I've done in a long time - much harder than talking at his memorial service or writing that letter to the newspaper (both very much out of character for somebody who's always been very private and quite shy and timid). But it was time.

I cannot think of anything sadder than to see the tangible evidence of somebody's life - Henry's life - reduced to a few boxes full of clothes, books, karate trophies and assorted bits and bobs.