The title makes this post sound really gross but it’s not. As a wedding gift George and I received a lovely set of bed sheets. When we got them we immediately started using them. They have been the only sheets I’ve used since receiving them. I wash them and then throw them back on the bed. When he died I couldnt dare switch them out. Until Saturday.
On Saturday I decided to do a full blown sheet load and my friend asked why I didn’t use the more colorful sheets on my bed. George and I used the bright purple sheets until we got the wedding sheets. I just shrugged my shoulders and said I didn’t know. Well we kind of stared at each other for a few seconds and finally I broke gaze and sighed. It’s time to change the sheets.
As I write this I am laying in bed on top of the bright purple sheets and it turns out life and the world did not cave in nor implode because of my switch up. I’ve slowly been doing changes, like I don’t wear George’s wedding ring quite as often anymore. And you know what, at first I’m really flustered and anxious but then when nothing happens I feel okay. It’s such a learning experience and doing things that are comfortable for so long and then gradually making alterations has allowed me to further my independence. Continue to work through the new normal.
The time is coming, Im almost ready to clean out the closet and donate his clothes.