I got to thinking about the awfulness of cleaning out my mom's house, top to bottom, in just 5 days. It was 'only' a 5 room house (counting the bathroom) but boy did she have Stuff. Stuff everywhere and the Army wanted my brother back. We did it, but it wasn't fun.

Then I got to thinking about my own mortality, and what the kids might want. If I didn't want it, I asked them. No, it's ugly. HELL no, I don't want it! Off it went somewhere. Bin, recycle, charity shop, friend.

If it was a family heirloom or expensive collectible of my moms it got kept. I'd make the kids take what they want now, but one lives here (again) and the other is in a tiny mobile home and pays rent on storage space for his own stuff.