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  •  Stuff - it's really more than that, isn't it? (19+ / 0-)

    Two of my siblings have their houses set up like Mom museums. I have a fair amount of her stuff too. Dad never had much and died much earlier - I still have the love from him, and one of his poems. (We did joke after he died that we should sneak odd food into the pantry, such as chocolate covered ants, like he would buy and no one would eat. The can of ants he did open, tried one, said, "Crunchy," and offered one to me. I declined.)

    On the way home I said I needed to give up more, as one friend did after her mom died. She culled down to seven pieces. She gave up all but one Tiffany lamp. She kept her childhood bed, a carved rocking chair, a table, another chair, a few other things. Her siblings did the same. It wasn't their mom, it was just her stuff, despite being valuable antiques. I think by the end of 2013 I'll have a sparer household. I'm sorry you're having to sort through all these belongings and glad for the funny surprises. He knew. I hope with each thing you put away, give away, throw away, your heart grows with your shared love.

    "Until death it is all life." Don Quixote

    by cv lurking gf on Wed Dec 05, 2012 at 05:13:54 PM PST

    •  It's true you can't keep and save everything. You (11+ / 0-)

      just have to figure out what you really want to keep. Easy for me to because all my mother's stuff is still at my dad's. I'm not looking forward to making decisions there too.

      •  I saved a photo I found while cleaning up (2+ / 0-)
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        my mom's house. Three of my siblings were there and I gave the copies to them. As there were only four copies, I figured we had the right as we made the effort. We laughed so hard. Mom had a favorite coffee cup which was my favorite too, so whoever got to the kitchen first got to use it (unless I turned my back; sometimes she'd snag it, rinse it out and fill it for herself, "I thought you were finished"). We also grew up heating milk for coffee on the stove, but often burnt up the pot. Then microwaves came along and more extreme messes. How does this relate to a photo? My favorite cup disappeared long before Mom died and I never found out what happened to it. I finally have the evidence in hand, though hard to see: the picture is of a once active tiny volcano of brown dried milk, except the blackened areas where flames once shot up. It appears to be attached to some sort of plate, I think, and I can see just enough of the color of that cup. I love that picture. Every now and then, in the morning, I burn the milk or toast and think of my mom.

        "Until death it is all life." Don Quixote

        by cv lurking gf on Thu Dec 06, 2012 at 04:38:14 PM PST

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