Getting rid of more stuff....

Today I loaded up some clothes (not M's, just stuff I had), some food of
M's, some medical supplies (some things that nurses left behind), and took
them to the health clinic where M went, as they also have a food pantry
and clothes closet.

I chatted with the receptionist. She asked me some questions about M, about
his OCD. She said she remembered him as being so nice to her, bringing
her Valentine's cards, taking her picture and then giving her copies.

Am sure M would have like to have dated this woman. She is very pretty,
and nice.

When I mentioned I was on a mission to get rid of stuff, that there was
no use keeping things, gathering dust, when others could be using and
appreciating these items.

She said "I hope you keep a few things to remember him by", to which I
replied "you always keep the memories in your head". And then I started
to tear up, and had to change the conversation.