Janet Biery

Straightening the bathroom, she stared at the offending cup and brush. Time to get rid of it. Grabbing, she froze, fingering the worn splayed bristles, picturing him chewing on it like a terrier with a toy. She dropped it back into the empty container with a clink.

In the small bedroom, she looked about in frustration. It would be easy enough to call Good Will, have them come for the furniture. In the morning light flooding in through sheer curtains and half-raised shades, she could picture a craft and sewing table in place of the narrow bed. It would certainly make more sense.

At least, she could empty the drawers – drop off the clothes on the way to the library. In minutes she had a white garbage bag, opening drawers and throwing in the contents. Until she opened to the shirts. A silky jersey slid between her fingers and she pictured him laughing, running about in his Titan’s blue around the tree.

Luckily the bed was there to collapse onto. She buried her face in the soft cotton tees, the pants with cargo pockets, the smell of her son.

Minutes later she stood, carefully folding and putting away each small garment. In the top drawer, she made quick work of sorting little socks and underpants. There, everything in order.

Sighing, she flipped out the light. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow she could get rid of the clutter of all the little things – just not today.




Christmas is a time of joy for most of us, but sometimes it can be excruciating for others. They feel isolated, alone, left out in the cold with their painful memories. If you know someone who had a loss around the holidays, please take time to call on them, take them to lunch, or just visit. Let them share some of the happy memories of the one who is gone. It can be such a comfort to know their loss is shared.