Cleaning up

Today Joke and I sorted and collected the remaining items we want to keep from my mom’s house.
All the stuff that we left behind will be collected next Tuesday by an evacuator. The only thing I have to do is open the door at 8:30am.

And that’s it then.
All that’s left now are loving memories.
Realizing that still hits me hard every now and then.

Tomorrow is “the next month” already. A new blank page. Feels weird and feels like I’m leaving things behind me. In fact my clock stood still since the end of May and now all of a sudden it’s July already.