Almost 2 weeks gone

It’s two weeks tomorrow since I lost my husband. The dogs, and cat give me a sense of purpose and routine and we’re muddling through. The worst part is the inaction of cleaning. My butcher block in the kitchen, and my coffee table in the living room are covered in clutter from hubs. I need to clean it up, because it’s bad, but I don’t want to because it’s his clutter. If I clean it up, it’s permanent. He’s gone. I KNOW he’s gone, and I don’t feel this way about his clothes, car, or his other stuff. Why do I feel this way about a mess? Has anyone else gone through this? Like, a couple empty pop cans, some crumpled paper and some flyers shouldn’t evoke some sense of inaction and upset.