I've been getting all of my papers in order as I'm trying to unearth my desk... there are so many new legal papers that need to be easily accessed so I've been diligently going through my piles... in there I had found a list that I printed off of Grief Works website to know how I'm doing in my grieving process... I've always known it was going to take a while and as I read through I found that I have achieved most of them and feel that I have a good handle on the situation... but with that said, I thought there wouldn't be too many more places where things would pop up and bring on the tears... I found this yellow construction paper homemade folder that said "Hannah's letters"... I know Hannah's always writing at school and I have filed away all of the notes that she gets from her friends but her folder for that stuff is getting pretty full so I figured I could go through and toss whatever she wouldn't miss... and as I start going through the letters, I realize that these are letters from her classmates that they wrote the day after her dad died... wow... talking about it to other adults doesn't usually affect me much anymore but to see it in 7 year old handwriting in note after note... I had to put the rest of them back into their yellow folder and put it with the rest of Hannah's work from this school year...

I really thought this wouldn't happen again until I finally take possession of his belongings... a certain someone is dragging her feet at getting us the key to the storage unit where she put his things... I know she didn't include everything but it buys her some time as I sort through what's there before I go out to her house with a sheriff to reclaim the rest... she doesn't want me over there but there's not much choice on her end... she has to comply with the court order...

So I guess that leaves me going back through the rest of my papers and hope that I don't find anything else... I've cried enough over him throughout the years and I really would like to be done with it...