My brother and I are the only ones left now that both our parents are gone, and we keep having the same fight about dad's tools in the garage — he wants to donate them and I'm not ready, but it's been eighteen months and I know he's tired of waiting for me. We both loved dad but we process everything so differently and I'm afraid we're going to lose each other over a bunch of wrenches.
More people experience this than they realize.
You're discovering that shared love doesn't always mean shared timing in how you release what remains.
“Where Are You with Living with loss long-term?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.