Kristina Miggiani

Up until that moment, I had thought I wanted to keep everything associated with him.

Literally, I was worried I was becoming a hoarder.

I think about the closet full of clothes that had outlived him.

There was the unworn blazer that he was saving for a good occasion that just never came.

And that one shirt that was so ugly, I used to call it the, honey, please don't fuck me tonight shirt.

Or as one of the participants would say, no sexy time shirt.

Yeah, I'm sure you have one of those shirts.

It was hideous.

I dreamed about throwing it away.

But you know, when someone dies, a funny thing happens.

You want to keep

everything because they become semi-reverential.

It's like memories live in them.

So the shop assistant came back with the manager to see if I had made a decision.

And that's when I broke down.

I started crying and my tears were flowing to the beat of the watches that tick-tock all around me.

I was a mess.

I was such a mess.

I was pretty sure I could give Gollum a run for his money.

I had just decided I wasn't going to keep those rings, so the time had come to pick something else.