So. I've managed to put off going through my mom's things for two years now. One of my goals for this week is to get through most of it. I think now I will be lucky to get through one box. The problem is that it isn't just the life of on person I am holding in my hands. My Dad, Grandpa and Grandma's things are also in there. It was just too much. I made it up to my Grandma's jewlery box. One of the necklaces still had her hair in it. Too much. Not ready. *sigh* I am letting it sit for a few days in the guest room before getting back to it.
It would have been really nice to have gone through it with my family but they were more interested in other things. I remember sorting through boxes in my brother's basement alone for days. I think my sister came down a few times but that was it. With six siblings, you wouldn't think you'd be left on your own for such things. Only three even attended their own mother's funeral so what did I expect?. Even more depressing is the thought that as one of the youngest, I will get to go through this many times over when my brothers pass on. Fun fun. Hopefully I will be an expert on grief by then. I'm not there yet. Not even close. Posted by Michelle at July 6, 2009 10:20 PM