I'm still in the process of clearing out dad's house. Today, I asked my brother to get the rest of the boxes from the attic so I can sort through things. This whole process has been quite emotional for both of us. The house we grew up, my mom & dad's things, including their personal love letters during the war. Grandmother's hand crocheted table cloths, doilies, and handkerchiefs, great grandma's quilts and stuff, and more than 70 years of photographs. Old crystal vases, many things from my great-great grandmothers.
Ok, I sat down and cried after I saw the bundles of love letter between my mom and dad during the war. I didn't read the letters as I didn't need to do that. I've always known my entire life how much they loved each other. It was just so poignant that mom kept every single letter! Who does that? My mom, I guess. They didn't have FB or texting in those days.
Now I need to re-group myself (as I am the only strong one left in the family.) I had to come home and think about what I'm suppose to do with all these cherished things. I suppose I could pack and save some of these things for my grand-children, but it probably wouldn't mean much to them. They're teens and if it doesn't chirp or beep, probably wouldn't mean anything
I must sell the house, get some closure and find appropriate places for the life's treasures. It's just so hard to see so much of my life having to be closed now. It's like shutting the door on my childhood and all my happy memories in that house with my folks and siblings.
Just suffering a little of letting go.............
Ok, I sat down and cried after I saw the bundles of love letter between my mom and dad during the war. I didn't read the letters as I didn't need to do that. I've always known my entire life how much they loved each other. It was just so poignant that mom kept every single letter! Who does that? My mom, I guess. They didn't have FB or texting in those days.
Now I need to re-group myself (as I am the only strong one left in the family.) I had to come home and think about what I'm suppose to do with all these cherished things. I suppose I could pack and save some of these things for my grand-children, but it probably wouldn't mean much to them. They're teens and if it doesn't chirp or beep, probably wouldn't mean anything
I must sell the house, get some closure and find appropriate places for the life's treasures. It's just so hard to see so much of my life having to be closed now. It's like shutting the door on my childhood and all my happy memories in that house with my folks and siblings.
Just suffering a little of letting go.............
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