Holding on to old tickets and travel schedules, parfume and a green Marvel t-shirt, burned dvd's with rugby games and a death certificate doesn't make any sense any longer.
It did for a long time and it was hard to get rid of it. But now it is time, though still taking small steps. Changing the pictures on the wall, but still saving them in my memorychest, acknowledging that it is part of my life and always will be but it is time to store it under the past.
It no longer defines me and where I am in my life. It is part of me and has shaped me just like all the other stories I've experienced in my life - good and bad. But now it is time to make room for new twists and turns down the road and keep the memory of a man as a beautiful souvenir!
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