|Aimee's swimsuit & wetsuit are in this bag. |
The paper to the left is an inventory
list from the ME's office,
After putting groceries away, and with Rowan occupied in the living room, I gingerly began to open the bag. Part of me just wanted to to just throw the whole thing in the garbage, but there was something I had no know: Were there pockets in the wetsuit where she might have put her wedding ring? And besides, there's something about the fact that she was wearing those when she died that made it seem somehow wrong to just toss them into the garbage.
Problem is, other than opening the bag and just kind if pushing the wetsuit around for a second, I couldn't bring myself to look any further. It was as if the bag contained a monster, and I dare not proceed for fear of being devoured by it.
So it's still sitting in my kitchen sink. A monster is sitting in my kitchen sink.
At least it's no longer lurking in the trunk of my car. I mean, it was further away then, and less likely to hurt me from there, but the fact is I have to deal with it. Just like I have to deal with the rest of the monsters around here. Creating the memory box for Rowan. Packing up and storing Aimee's clothes (until I give them away). Taking her name off of the mortgage and bank account. Changing my will and life insurance policy. And filing a claim for her policy (I REALLY need to get that done, but still haven't). There are monsters all around me, and I need to deal with them.
Before they devour me.