It seems every box and bag I open has some memory of my boy in it. Some memories make me smile, some make me cry. All of them make me miss him so much and my heart just hurts a little more this month. For the past year we have lived in a furnished vacation home and I feel like I'm unpacking some of my grief with the boxes that have been stored away since we left a year ago.
And we have so much stuff we will never use again; it drives me batty.
Because everything contains memories, or, at the very least,
significance. We needed it because we had Jameson. And now we don't.
And the ever-practical-and-always-moving gypsy in me can't handle
keeping things around that we don't need. And my heart just can't take
looking at the stack of third birthday presents that were never opened
and played with. Every cell of my being longs to trade the stuff for
the boy. Oh God, how I want him back. But I can't make that trade. I
can't have him back. It just totally blows. I don't even know how else
to write it. There are not words in this world that are powerful
enough to describe my sadness and longing.
I'm not overly sentimental with his stuff. There are some things that I
will keep forever. His blankey. His Spiderman sneakers that he wore
to the hospital and should have worn home that crappy August afternoon
before all hell broke loose. His Irish Prince T-shirt. A few toys that
make me smile because they made him smile. But stuff in general
doesn't do it for me. Other than pictures, I think I could walk away
from everything I own with a shrug and an oh well. Because I've already
lost something that really matters. And let me tell you, stuff doesn't
really matter. It doesn't.
So, I've got all this stuff that I don't need and somebody else probably
does. I'm trying to maximize the feel-good return on the donations and
bless people with special needs as much as possible. The books and
Down Syndrome stuff is all going to a brand new GiGi's Playhouse in the
Twin Cities. And maybe some toys will go to them, too. The birthday
gifts that still have tags will go to the hospital for other sick
kiddos. Some of the used stuff will go to a garage sale benefit for a
friend's sweet girl. My Jameson will give lots of smiles to other
Sigh. I'm sitting on the floor trying to process all of this and so
much more and I've got the most smiley, happy girl rolling around next
to me, squealing and tooting up a storm. Hahaha. She is Grace and a
balm for my broken heart. Right now she's chewing on the T-Rex Jameson
had with him in his hospital bed. Sometimes her little fingers wrap
around the tail the same way his did and it is hard to breathe. I
imagine it makes him smile down on us. My happiness and sadness are all
intertwined in these moments.
Ah, and now it is time to dry my eyes and feed little mouths. Happy Saturday.