Okay, I know this is going to sound gross, but.. yeah. Grief is weird.
Today I decided I had to finally wash my sheets and Nohea's favorite blankie. I know it's gross that it has been three weeks since I changed my sheets, but I bathe nightly so a clean body lays on them. I just couldn't bring myself to wash the sheets she had laid on. The blankie she favored. But today was the day. I'm not ashamed to say I cried when putting them into the washing machine. "Our smell," as I used to call it, will be gone forever.
Her too.
Today I decided I had to finally wash my sheets and Nohea's favorite blankie. I know it's gross that it has been three weeks since I changed my sheets, but I bathe nightly so a clean body lays on them. I just couldn't bring myself to wash the sheets she had laid on. The blankie she favored. But today was the day. I'm not ashamed to say I cried when putting them into the washing machine. "Our smell," as I used to call it, will be gone forever.
Her too.