I can't throw anything out that has anything to do with my husband.  I packed his cloths into one dresser and a hassock at the end of our bed so I dont have to look at them and feel devistated every time I open our closet.  That's ok I guess, but it gets worse.  His bathroom stuff I dusted and organized onto one shelf but I couldn't do more than that.  It looks like its ready for when he comes home.  How torturous is that to do to myself.  But I can't help it.  In his office I sorted his work into categories and boxed those up.  But there are a dozen or more notebooks with one or two pages used.  I tried to tear out those pages so the notebooks could be used.  Nope, couldnt do that.  It was his handwritting.  He will never write another thing and even though it is just scratching about work of one sort or another, meaningless to anyone but him, I cant do anything but find a safe place to save it.  For what!? So the bathroom, bedroom, office are tidier but just as cluttered with stuff.  Does it ever get easier to part with these things?  I cant live in a 3000 sq foot home by myself forever but I need all this space if I cant part with the things.  I feel like a total failure tonight.  Another wasted day.