I was cleaning out some things this week and found this bag I had been collecting for Pedro before he died in 2010. I have come across is before and just left it where it was, in a bottom drawer, under some other rarely used things, not yet ready to deal with it.
This time I decided I was ready to open it up and pulled out several shirts I had been collecting for him and a pair of socks. The socks really got to me – they are a bit of a luxury here, for kids especially, and he loved socks.
But I also decided it was time to let these things go and bless another child. With the boys moving up this week, I wanted to give them each a new shirt so that’s how I decided to use these.
These clothes were never Pedro’s so they don’t remind me of him in that sense. But I had saved them for his near future and it still hurts to know that future never came, he never grew into these clothes.
I kept the bag. I hovered near the garbage bin and then near my “stuff to take back to the US bag,” back and forth, then just stuffed it in the US bag. One thing at a time.
I miss my sweet boy.