The Door
There is a door in our garage that opens to a 6x8 foot storage closest. I dread opening the door to inventory what’s inside that closet because it contains Daniel’s possessions. He lived with us prior to his death and I assigned him that storage area when he moved in. It is packed full from floor to rafters. The plan was for Daniel to move everything he left here, including his gun safe, and clothes at the end of June to his apartment in the Bay Area prior to his wedding on July 21. Going into the gun safe was less a problem because I knew more or less what was in there. Although, the safe did have in it a couple of “surprises” such as a gazillion rounds of ammunition od various calibers including five boxes of shotgun shells containing buckshot, nun chucks, throwing stars and 20+ knives of various sizes and styles. It has been more than six months since he died and I honestly do not know when I’ll be ready to sift through all that is in that closet. As a point of reference, my Mom