What do I do with the stuff?
Where do I go with the things of Rick's I have packed away, put in a closet, tucked in a drawer?
What do I do with all the notes? The beautiful, meaningful, 100+ notes?
Make a Rick box? A scrap book? Should I keep some where I can see them? Hang them on my fridge like finger paintings by a child now grown up and moved away? Do I carry one with me?
Do whatever feels right, everyone would say. BUT NOTHING FEELS RIGHT.
I don't want to walk in my basement one day years from now and find a box labeled "Rick" like he was an old boyfriend or a collection of Christmas ornaments.
I just don't know what to do.
I want to play him like a song in my car, over and over - turning him off when I feel like it and playing him loud when I feel like it.
I want to dream about him like an old friend who comes back after a long trip.
I don't want to put him in a box. In a book. On the fridge. In my wallet.
What do I do with all the stuff? There are things I can't part with... things I want to see again... things that belong with me...
Where does it go? Where can Rick go?