Today my wallet was so full of cards I couldn't zip it closed anymore. SO I had to clean it out. One of the things that went was Genevive's health insurance cards. I have been carrying them in my wallet for two and a half years after her death.
It is odd the little things that we hold onto. I admit I went back and forth until reason told me, why in the world am I still carrying them around. So they now live safely in her memory boxes with everything else.
And now I feel sad, like another doorway is closed between her and I. She is gone, it is not like the cards are going to change that, but sometimes I am angry life goes on. Maybe I should have just left them alone.