Lost my dear wife september 2019, breast cancer, more often than not i get a bag shoved through my door, like today, breast cancer research aid, wanting clothes, but i just couldnt do it, but every time i go into my wardrobe for a clean shirt or summat shes there , i can even after all this time smell her, but today ive gone n done it, ive filled several bags of clothes been in touch with the collection people and they will pick up the clothes Friday, but im a funny old fecker i feel like im chucking her out , this isnt a cry for sympathy or to seek attention, that gets no one anywhere