Today it was a box of sugar-free popsicles.
Steve loved to eat popsicles. They were a sweet treat he could eat without breaking training. So, on any given night he would eat 5-6 of them and scatter their papers and sticks everywhere he happened to squat for the evening.
I was trying to clear out the freezer…and way in the back, there they were. Steve's popsicles. There were just a few left…the box was squashed and covered with ice. I shoved them back. I couldn't let them go.
How could something so small make me fall to pieces?
A meaningless thing.
But it was his.
And eventually it will be another thing that disappears that was part of him.
That belonged to him.
I have been dragging my feet.
I have not been very aggressive in getting rid of these little, meaningless things in my house that were Steve's.
I just can't.