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The first few days after my husband passed away, I would remember something that was missing or I had misplaced and would go on a search until I found it, even at weird hours. Like one of his favorite shirts that I wanted to bring to the hospital for him but couldn't find it. I always loved him in that shirt. I finally ran across it many weeks later, wishing then that I could have taken it to him.
Another thing was waking up in the middle of the night, reaching into his night stand for his wallet, then proceeded to sit in the middle of my bed like a child going through each little paper and card he had in it. I put it all back exactly like he had it, so that I can look through it whenever I want.
Then a couple of weeks after his funeral, I don't even know why but I had to go into every closet, and go through every single pocket to see if there was anything left in there. I did find a set of my favorite earrings in an over coat that I thought was in my jewlery box. It seemed to be a driving force, something that I had to do.
Has anyone else have a need to do something like this? What was this all about? It was a need to do for me, how about you?