and helped watch him pack up for the mission moving day.
He would take items from his closet or under his bed,
and then I would tell him which pile to place them in:
donate, store, or garbage.
Gigs is a borderline hoarder.
And I feel bad telling him to throw stuff away, because he has
some kind of attachment to nearly everything.
But I also had to keep reminding him that when he gets home
from his mission in two years, the jackalope he got at the
Goodwill will mean nothing to him.
He also hates, HATES, HATES throw-up,
so any sign of me feeling uncomfortable, or coughing,
he'd immediately say,
"Are you going to throw up?"
then leave the room.
We have so much to do before he leaves.
