So Much Stuff

We got home last night and are back surrounded by G's things. It is so comforting - his chair, his books, his slippers...

At the same time, I have no idea what to do with all of it.

Our home has been in total disorder since G died. He was the ordered one, the organized one - the one who would say enough is enough and make us sort and give away and throw away and deal with our stuff. I was so grateful for that because I love order but I don't know how to create it.

I've thought many times how distressed he'd be that the carpet is continually covered in LEGOs - as is every other surface it seems in this house. He would not allow that. At first it felt a tiny bit freeing - not having to worry about these things - but now I crave what he brought - order to our chaos. Discipline to our son. Boundaries in not letting P's toys take over our home.

So when we got back home it was like, enough is enough. We need order and organization. Life needs to have some semblance of control - I need to have some feeling that our life is under my control. But where do I start?

A no-brainer is to use some of the space that was devoted to G's stuff- his bookshelf, his dresser, his closet. But how would I get rid of his things? I've given away his car and it took me down an emotional cliff. It's one thing to get rid of stuff he hated (medicine). It's another to get rid of his favorite "pirate pants".

When?

How?