I never liked beets

One of the hard things to do is get rid of things that were Randy’s. I can put a lot of it off, but there was food that had to go. I threw out whipping cream that he used on pancakes, pickled beets that he used on salads, and I gave away bags of croutons and jars of marinara sauce. I used to cook and freeze fairly large batches of chili, stews, soups - things Randy could eat for lunches or when I didn’t feel like cooking dinner. I took all of that out of the freezer - there was no way I would ever eat it - and took it to my daughter Erin. She doesn’t cook much so maybe she can use it. Or throw it away - it really doesn’t matter. As I threw things out or packed things up I just kept thinking, How can he be gone? I guess I’ll know I’m working my way through my grief when I can stop asking myself that question.