Letting Go

My young nephew wants to do his big boy room in Star Wars. I think, "I can help with that" So today I went out to the closet in the mud room and pulled out one of several boxes that have been hidden away for years. I open it and neatly nestled in it are Star Wars figures still in their boxes. I look them over and a sadness falls.

These were Pete's.

Why is it so hard to get rid of things? They have sat in a closet for nearly six years. I have no use for them. Why shouldn't I give them to my nephew? They would make him happy........and it wouldempty out some closet space!

*sigh*

The logical thing to do is to let someone else enjoy them vs sitting in a dark closet. I know this, but the emotions always overwhelm me. I feel likeI'm letting go of another piece of Pete. There are many other things of his still in the house. These will stay. They evoke strong memories and that is what is important.

Tomorrow I WILL suck it up and mail off the package.

I wonder if I can ever let go of the porcelain cow head that I hate so much and that he loved so much?