The Shoes

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It shocked Eva right back into the worst part of her grieving when she found Rob’s shoes.  She thought she had cleared everything –donating, giving away, trashing, and selling all the things that he would never use again.

“It’s one of the worst parts of death,” she thought. His clothes retained his scent. Everything he’d touched and treasured broke her heart over and over. She’d thought it was all gone.

Then, as she pushed her dust mop under the bed, she bumped the shoes out from hiding. Dusty, worn. She clutched them to her heart, sobbing.




68 thoughts on “The Shoes

  1. Moon

    Beautifully written, Linda and I can so relate to this feeling of a state of perpetual grief, having witnessed it in my aunts and relatives .
    The last line is so touching.
    Great work, Linda .

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  2. Hopefully my Mom is past this part. I think she’s gotten rid of most or all of my Dad’s clothing by now. I still have his old tennis shoes, one of his t-shirts, his hat, a number of generic socks, and other mementos. Sometimes I don’t think of them as his anymore, but mine. The baton passes. Now I’m the “Grandpa”.

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  3. There’s something very arresting about the shoes of a dead person. I’ve twice had to clear out a hospital locker, and the shoes were the worst and most emotional part of the exercise. I sympathise with your main character.

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    1. What an interesting take on the story. Do you think Eva feels she was too hasty in disposing of everything, and is now relieved to find that she has, after all, a memento of Rob’s life? I confess I didn’t read it like that, but I can see how you could.

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  4. You tell the story fluently and movingly, with telling details; for example, I’d not thought of selling some of the items, but of course you would, and that must be like selling a little bit of yourself.
    Well written, Linda.

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  5. Dale

    It’s funny. Mick’s things are still all over the house – mostly because he had is own closet, so I don’t see them – but what triggers it for me are totally weird things that have nothing to do with his possessions.
    Heartbreakingly well told.

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  6. My grandfather had lost his leg to cancer and had a prosthesis. Years later, I was looking to borrow a suitcase at my grandparents’ house which had been a rambling family home with seven kids, and found his artificial leg under the bed. I freaked out. Of all the things to keep, why that? A few years ago, I spoke to my cousin and found out that it went over to their place at some point. Her father is a surgeon.
    I personally think there’s a lot to be said about a person getting their affairs in order and sparing their loved ones the grief. That said, going through a loved ones things means a lot to me. While it might save time if they threw it out, I love that physicality of holding their things, smelling them. It doesn’t bring them back and yet it does.
    xx Rowena

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    1. Tangible memories are often very comforting. I have very few of my mom’s things, because I simply had no room for them. But I do have a pretty little glass bowl with a glass spoon that she used for setting in the middle of a jello mold. The bowl held a creamy sauce to spoon over the salad. I loved it when I was little, and it still graces my table 🙂


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