Today is going to be tough on me.  As I collect Marcie's clothes.  All of my local friends say its time.  Telling myself to donate to the less off. They will get her clothes and coats.   They asked if I needed friends to help.  But foolish me I said I'm good.
Really I'm good??

Starting in our bedroom, yes ours. Openining her draws.  Stacking clothes on the bed.  Our bed.  Casper watches for a lose string, always her kitten. Stack growing, foolish me as I separate by fabric.

As I take a break, I heard Marcie's voice.  "Promise me you will carry on."  Smiling I mouth the word "yes" 
Boxes by the front door, soon to be off to the women's shelter.  But first I have to pick Casper out of a large box.  Waking him.  I tell him of my promise.
"Promise me you will carry on"  Giving him one of Marcie strings  a small tear and amile on my face. As I mouth "Yes dear" we  will all  carry on"