Shoes

I finally gave away the big box of Larry’s shoes. Tossed one pair which was more worn than a stranger might want. Lugged them out into the family room where they sat for a couple weeks. Took a picture and posted on Buy Nothing. Put them in smaller boxes and a couple bags. Brought the jungle boots and the boondockers back inside from the porch. Reminded myself I cannot wear them and no one I know wants them. Set them back with the other shoes. Took three days for the person to show up, but now they are in the hands of someone who might use them. Promises were made to donate or pass them forward if they were not needed. Anyway, out of my hands now.

This hurt. A lot. No one could fill his shoes. Well maybe now someone can. I like to think of it as Larry still helping others. Still hurts. I still have his motorcycle boots, the red satin pumps (missing a few rhinestones), and Lucky Barry wears a pair of Larry’s cowboy boots. There may be a pair of boots in the basement closet, and probably a pair of shiny Bates which went with his dress uniform. I don’t want to look.

I’ve been eyeing his ball caps by the back door. They’d go into the hall closet. Perhaps. Not yet.