Today marks 3 months since my son Dale died. they say the firsts after a death are hard, first holidays, first birthdays, first time doing something without the person who passed away. Yes, all of those things are hard, but so are the last things. Today is the last time I will ever do Dale’s laundry. Dale was not living with us at the time of his death. Since his passing I have been trying to collect his belongings. Some people have been very thoughtful and called or messaged me to ask if I wanted something of Dale’s that they had. In some cases I said yes, while in others I told them to keep the items. I recently got a bag full of some of his belongings. All clothes. I washed the first load yesterday and spent time folding the clothes today so that they can be donated. Dale was an adult and living on his own, so I didn’t ever expect to wash his clothes, yet sometimes he would stop by to do his laundry and I would help up, maybe with the folding, or maybe I would just watch as he folded. During that time we would talk. This will be the last time I ever fold my son’s clothing. I broke down and cried. The last time sucks!
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