Struck me last night that each of the things Mom left behind had meaning to her. If she had died when she still lived in a house, rather than after she winnowed things down to a minimum when she moved in with us, everything she would have left would still have had value to her, even if just practical.
If I died tomorrow, no one - not even John - would be able to divine what things of mine had value, practical or otherwise. Too many. More stuff than worthy items. And that troubles me. Troubles me deeply.
Time to whack away. My guide will be, "Is this of value to me?" If not, it goes.
Who is this woman? Not sure how she got here, but I sure do like her!
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