This summer, August 2008:

Been cleaning out the garage, going through boxes and boxes of our lives. Most of it has been thrown away or given away. What is saved seems special now -- but at one time so did the junk we threw out this time! Getting older changes one's perspective.

The Paul stuff was the hardest, especially his school notebooks and his toys. I stood in the garage, sweating & crying. What a waste the death of a young person is. So many smashed dreams and hopes!But I also got to enjoy some great memories! Bittersweet!