Even though I was with mum when she died I now find myself in the process of having to repeatedly say goodbye to little bits of her. Today, while dad and I sat downstairs, Karen and Ruth brought down mum’s personal belongings and clothes and we sorted them into things suitable for the charity shop and rubbish. This photo shows the black bin liners with charity clothes in and a purple one with rubbish in and a hat and two coats waiting to be put into the charity bag.
It’s weird going around to dads as all mum’s things were just where she left them and yet she isn’t here. Everything is simultaneously the same and different: weird.
anomiepete 
I find this photo very touching – those bin liners say so much. My mother-in-law passed away a couple of years ago and I thin I know how you feel. It is nearly like you are trespassing as everything looks the same. At the same time it seems so final as you have to discard things you know they were attached to.
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