Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
The hard part is that when everything is special, nothing is special. After a day or so of sorting through it all, my brother and I started just throwing everything out--it's just too tiring to go through everything.
Really, in the end, all that's important is photo albums. I beg all hoarders to include in their hoarding tendencies a need to put names, dates and locations on their photos. OP, if you can get her to do a photo album project, it might help you later on.
This is my biggest fear with my in-laws. I just know that we will have to throw loads of things out regardless of how important they may be. There's no way we will be able to sort through it all. It would kill them to know what will happen to their things but it won't change them.
Top PP here again. After my brother and I cleaned out my dad's house, we had it cleaned and painted outside and in, etc. A family friend rented it and made it all homey. I remember standing there in that house and marveling at how cute it was, and how little time had passed between my dad's death and his house looking great. I was frustrated because I just wanted to reach back in time and pull my dad to the present, to say, "Look at your house, how great it looks and wouldn't it have been great for you to come home to this, and just months ago, if you had let me help you, you could have!" But, whatever. He liked having his sister's old carpet rolled up in the living room (the roll was about waist-high) and putting his big heavy TV and books on it. UGH. That carpet was there for 20 years, and it was supposed to be thrown out by his sister but no, he had to have it.
It is interesting to me how many ways first-world people can create their own prisons. I try to remember this concept, so I don't become a slave to any thing or activity.