Cleaning out the workshop and storage buildings, which I have doing for the past two or three months, has been a real eye opener for me. It looks like a whole lot of stuff and it is but as I sort and throw things out I see the workings of the mind of the man I was married to for nearly 30 years. He was thrifty (I already knew that) he was a dreamer,(the things he had from garage sales, hoping to use someday) he was organized in his own way. He was also impatient at times because he threw things on the floor rather than mess with them and sometimes he was forgetful. I found a Christmas card that he had bought for me and stashed. He was either saving it for the next Christmas or forgot to give it to me. When I found and read it I was brought to tears because I felt like he was thinking of me. How precious it is.
I still have such a long way to go but it's a mission of love. And it will be so good to see it clean.