My husband and I worked four months. We spent hours and hours of our time going through the things she left behind. Separating the glass from the wood, the plastic from the fabric, the furniture from the accessories, the jewelry from the clothing, the lighting from the electronics, the books from the games and everything in between.
Most of mom’s stuff was orphaned. St. Vincent de Paul was chosen the foster home for her unwanted treasures. During the process of elimination, the donation truck was at mom’s house so many times I knew the guys who drove the truck on a personal level.
It broke my heart to see the beloved possessions of my beloved mom piled high and messy onto a dirty Clampet-style truck, only to be shoved against the wall or into the corner or thrown atop piles of other people’s stuff once it arrived at the foster home on the island of misfit heirlooms.
Today, I continue on in the process of elimination. My husband and I are on a mission to thin out the stuff we’ve gathered over the years because the truth is our stuff will not be welcomed into the home of our own children. It will become a sad burden to sort through and contemplate until the time comes when they call for pickup.
Hugs from the Heart,