Out With The Old
Holy Mother, Pray for Us. 5/365
...another audible day.
Again, I like days like this, we had an internal transfer that was a first floor to a first floor apartment. And our customer had a fair amount of stuff, nothing too bad. So what was not to love.
Our second part of the day is one of the tougher jobs we have -- a clear out. This usually means that someone is either moving into a smaller space, like assisted living or memory care or they’ve passed away. This person passed away.
Here’s one thing I’ve learned from doing Senior Transitions for the past couple of years: your family doesn’t want you stuff.
Your grandmother’s stool that she used to sit on while she held you as a baby. Yeah, your kids don’t want it. That amour that you dad bought your mom for the tenth anniversary, that your family moved, umpteenth times. Yup, your family doesn’t want it.
The most heart breaking things are pictures. We get rid of a lot of pictures. I’ve often wondered if there was some sort of archive we could send ‘em to, but then there’s just so many.
And that’s the thing, these pictures mean something to you, but really, they may not mean anything to your kids. You’re favorite aunt that passed away before your kids were born, sure you may have told ‘em the story in the course of their lifetime, but for them it’s your memory.
At some point in my life, I’m going to have to downsize, that’s just the way of things or my family is going to get rid of all the stuff I’ve accumulated, because well, that’s just the nature of things.
It’ll either end up in the landfill or at some donation center being sold for pennies on the dollar.
It’s just the way of things.
I think about my stuff when I get in my moods and thing about either of my kids are going to get rid of it or I will. Either way, this stuff is temporary.
And my pictures?
There’s just so many and I have to cull those images.
Even this blog, someday, will end whenever the credit card payment doesn’t clear. It’s short happy life, like mine, will be gone.
