There's something poetic about a clock that stopped at the exact moment someone died. It feels like fate, like the universe pausing to mark the passing of a soul. In stories, it's beautiful. In your home, it can be something else entirely.
Why they're problematic:
A stopped clock is a frozen moment. Every time you glance at it, you're pulled back to that specific instant—the death, the loss, the before-and-after. It becomes a gravitational anchor to the worst moment of your life.
What happens over time:
You stop noticing it consciously, but your subconscious never stops marking it. That frozen time becomes a background radiation in your home, subtly reinforcing the message that life stopped there. But life didn't stop. It changed, painfully and permanently, but it continued.
What to do instead:
Photograph it. The image preserves the symbolism without the weight.
Repair it and keep it running. A working clock honors continuity, not cessation.
Pass it to someone outside the immediate family. A cousin, a friend—someone who will appreciate it without the daily visual reminder of loss.
If you must keep it, move it. A stopped clock in a private space (a drawer, a memory box) carries less emotional weight than one on the wall you pass fifty times a day.
2. The Contents of Their Medicine Cabinet
This one is practical, not just emotional. In the raw early days, it feels wrong to touch their things—especially the intimate items they used daily. But here's the hard truth: expired medications, half-used bottles, and personal medical supplies are not keepsakes.
Why they're problematic:
Safety risk: Expired medications can degrade into toxic compounds. Pills can be accidentally ingested by children or pets. Old prescriptions can be misused.
Emotional trap: Every time you open that cabinet, you're confronted with the reality of their illness, their pain, their final days. It keeps you in the role of caregiver, not mourner.
Practical burden: Eventually, someone will have to deal with this. The longer it waits, the harder it becomes.
What to do instead:
Dispose of medications properly. Many pharmacies offer take-back programs. Never flush unless specifically instructed.
Keep one meaningful item. A single prescription bottle with their name on it, emptied and cleaned, can be a small memorial. A dozen half-used bottles is a pharmacy of pain.
Ask someone else to do it. If you can't face this task, ask a trusted friend or another family member. They can remove the items, photograph anything significant, and spare you the daily confrontation.
3. Their Scent (The Unwashed Clothing Dilemma)
This is the hardest one. Scent is our most primal sense, most tightly linked to memory and emotion. A shirt that still smells like them can feel like being held one more time. In the early days, it's a lifeline.
Why it becomes problematic:
Scent fades. It's inevitable. The shirt that smelled like them last week will, eventually, smell like nothing—or worse, like must and decay. When that happens, you're left with two choices: accept the loss of that sensory connection, or cling to an object that no longer holds what you loved about it.
What happens over time:
Some people keep unwashed clothing for years, opening drawers to "check" if the scent remains. It never does. What remains is the absence of scent—a hollow reminder of loss, preserved in fabric.
What to do instead:
Seal one small item immediately. A scarf, a handkerchief, a pillowcase. Place it in a zip-top bag, squeeze out the air, and freeze it. This can preserve scent for years.
Wash the rest. A clean shirt that was theirs is still theirs. It can still be worn, held, or folded away—but it won't torture you with the ghost of a smell that's gone.
Consider a scent recreation. Some perfumers offer services to recreate a lost loved one's signature scent. It's not the same, but it can be a bridge.
4. The Chair That Stayed Empty
This one is subtle. Not an object you'd think to discard, but an object that can shape your daily emotional landscape without you realizing it.
What it looks like:
Their favorite chair. Their spot on the couch. The side of the bed they always slept on. These spaces become, in our minds, reserved. No one sits there. No one moves their pillow. The space becomes a shrine, untouched, inviolable.
Why it's problematic:
Every time you walk into the room, your brain registers that empty space. It's a constant, quiet reminder of absence. You adapt to it, but your nervous system never stops marking it. It keeps the loss present in a way that active memory does not.
What to do instead:
Reclaim the space. Sit in their chair. Read there. Watch TV there. Fill it with your presence. This is not betrayal—it's integration.
Rearrange. Move the furniture. Change the energy of the room. You're not erasing them; you're making the space livable for the living.
Pass it on. If the chair itself holds too much weight, give it to someone who will use and love it. A chair was made to hold people. Let it do its job.
The Deeper Truth
None of this is about "letting go" or "moving on." Those phrases suggest that grief is a problem to be solved, a state to exit. It's not.
Grief is love with nowhere to go. It's the space they used to fill, still aching with their shape. Keeping objects is natural—it's reaching for that shape, trying to feel it one more time.
But here's what I've learned, from my own losses and from watching others navigate theirs: some objects become walls, not windows. They don't connect us to the person we lost; they separate us from the life we're still living.
The question isn't "Should I keep this?" It's "Does this object help me remember them with love, or does it trap me in the moment I lost them?"
If it's the latter, you have permission to let it go. Not because they didn't matter. Because they mattered so much that you deserve to carry their memory in a way that allows you to keep living.
A Gentle Way to Let Go
If you've identified objects that are holding you back but can't bear to simply discard them:
Photograph everything. Create a digital archive before you release physical items.
Hold a small ritual. Light a candle. Say a few words. Thank the object for its comfort. Then release it.
Pass to family. Ask if anyone else would treasure the item before you donate or discard.
Donate thoughtfully. Someone else needs that chair, those clothes, that lamp. Your loved one's things can comfort strangers.
Give yourself time. If you're not ready, you're not ready. There's no deadline for grief. But check in with yourself every few months: Is this still helping, or has it started hurting?
