I finally took most of Josh's clothes down to the City Mission today. I had packed them up some time ago, and then left the bags piled in the dining room. I removed a few items today, a few things with which I just cannot part, not yet. But then I steeled myself against the inevitable, loaded the bags into the car, and drove off.
I don't know whether or not Josh believed in God. His words on the subject of faith were ambiguous. I do know that he was a very good man who cared for and wanted to help those in need. "It doesn't matter what you believe, Mom," he said to me once. "What matters is that you treat other people decently."
I heard him saying those words today, and I imagined him adding, "Mom, it's almost winter. Take those clothes downtown. It's ridiculous for them to be piled in the dining room when they might help someone look presentable for a job interview or stay warm against the winds off the lake. Maybe someone else will survive a freezing night on the streets because of the winter coat you bought for me. Just do it, Mom."
So. I did.