Both yesterday and today I opened boxes that smelled like my mom and both yesterday and today I have wanted to curl up in the fetal position! There is no preparation for death. There is no preparation for clearing out the family home. Forgive my language but it sucks…that is all!
Shortly after my mom passed away, I packed away boxes that I planned to keep forever. For the past few months, I have been slowly unpacking those boxes and looking realistically at what I really can keep. My mom was a child of the Depression so for her (and many of her generation) the acquisition of formal china, formal pieces of all kinds was very important. It was a measure of success. She also very much loved things that reminded her of her roots in rural Georgia….so formal with a nod to country in a lovely ranch style home was my upbringing. It was a beautiful upbringing but my tastes now are more Eames chairs and simple lines. I once dreamed of having a bed and breakfast with all my parents antiques, etc filling it but that dream has shifted and now I must let go! One of the best pieces of advice I have received was to pick a certain number of my parents things and allow myself to only keep that amount. It is brutal but effective! Even at this, I fear I am still keeping too much! In three days time, I must hand the keys over to the estate sale people so they can begin their month long job of pricing things. Again, fetal position is looking really good about now yet I must be the bamboo that bends!
More on what to do and a whole lot of what not to do (because I have done a lot of that) in the next blog post!