06-19-03,6 Days left until the packers come. I'm trying to sift, sort and drive over whatever can go into our van .
I have thrown out so much over the past year.
Like a heavy weight being lifted from my soul. Been dragging around the shells of yesteryear.
At the same time though, evidence of a life before now is being trashed.
Whatever I don't throw away I give to Hana.
She can either use it at their daycare center, give it to relatives , or she can recycle any material.
I still have things of Tom's that I don't know what to do with.
I still haven't given my address to his other kids.
One of my many fears is that they'll try to insinuate themselves into my life again , and I don't really want them in it anymore. They were nothing but trouble for me all those years before he died .
