Jon came home to look over his things to help organize what we should bring with us to Hawaii for him, what we could sell and what he would like us to bring to New Mexico for him to use right now.
So many memories are locked securely in the most mundane objects. There's a flute he brought back from South America, masks from Africa, snow globes we brought him from France, scuffed baby shoes because he used them as brakes when he rode his Big Wheel on the sidewalk, baseball shirts from his Little League glory days. Parting from these objects is not easy.
I'm not at all sure how much we'll be able to fit in a 20 foot moving container even with the few pieces of furniture we're planning to move to Hawaii.
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