I know I should donate the contents of this closet. That is what my head tells me, but my heart... my heart will break again if I go through theses clothes, folding each sweater or shirt and placing it into a box. Others have offered to do this for me when I am ready and I may have to accept. There is no rush, I don't need the space; it's just that they are fine clothes and there are those who are in need.
I wonder if there is a tiny part of the grieving heart that believes everything should stay exactly as it was, just in case...
Yes, I should fold these clothes and give them away, but not just yet...