This past weekend I cleaned out the storage shed at the cottage. For almost four years Donnie's golf clubs and chain saw have been stored in that shed. It isn't like I'm ever going to use either his clubs or the chain saw, but letting them go was hard. You would think that it would get easier but it doesn't. It feels as if a little bit of Donnie disappears every time I give away something of his. As I gave away his golf clubs I thought about how much fun he used to have golfing with his best friend Bobby. Donnie grew up using a chain saw and was so pleased to get a new one just a couple of years before his death. They are part of my past, but I need to move forward without them. My mind tells me that it's time to let these things go, but my heart is still saddened.