Today I decided to clean out one of Eric’s boxes. I kept the yearbooks and the pictures. Threw out the yearly journals. Also a lot of awards for the best smile and friend. Birth certificates for his stuffed friends. I did some crying too. In the end I expected to reuse the box for yarn, but that did not happen. There were several big cracks on the bottom of the box. The net result was that I reclaimed 2 square feet of space. I also threw 4 bags of recycling into the recycling bin. That is something to be proud of. The yarn will have to find another home.
The journals that I save because I thought that they would bring me joy, only made me cry. The loss can still be raw all these years later. It still amazes me that a child and later a young man with so many physical and medical issues could bring so much joy to so many people.
I know all my family grieves him in their own way. No form of grief is bad. We all move forward at different speeds.
