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So today we cleared out Mum's stuff from Dad's room. It didn't really bother me, actually, though I thought it might. It's been long enough that it doesn't smell like her any more, and me and Lucy divvied up all the stuff of hers we liked and the rest is going to charity shops and such. It was time. Also, Dad didn't want to bring Gail over - you know, over - to a room full of his dead wife's stuff. Which is kinda understandable.

Still kinda odd. Also, where am I going to put it all? (Purple tights. SCORE!) And also, what does it say about me that my mental categories when sorting things are 'totally awesome', 'meh' and 'eew, no'?