What a joy to finally have Laura’s things back (and some of mine). We parceled everything up in a rush last summer when we moved in together and jumbled up all our things. They’ve been living in her brother Barry’s attic for the past year. Now, like an elephant who returns to nuzzle a loved ones remains, I’ve been taking time to just be with Laura’s things. Even the most mundane objects bring great pleasure. When I opened her tatty gym bag, I was engulfed in her warm sweet scent. I’ve been inhaling it in big gulps all day (that is when I am not dancing about hugging her favorite frock). And how I laughed when I opened her catering backpack to finds 8 bottle openers and enough Band-Aids to cover someone from head to toe. It feels like Christmas opening all of the boxes. Many of these things are dear old friends. They were part of our life together. To see them again comforts me greatly.