(((Hugs)))Packing up my mother's things was a really tough job. I put it off when she was in the nursing home..knowing she could never return. She had cleaned out through the years and still there was so much there to pull at my heart.
There was no storage ..just giving away to the family what she had designated and what she had not and the rest to the church. I kept some things that mean nothing to any one but me..my dad's old records, a dress she wore to my daughter's wedding, a pan I recall made particularly delicious meatloaf(It's not the pan that made it delicious).I am going to have to get rid of those old Britannicas I keep for sentimental reasons..
Well..there I go.I think I'll stop,too!
a pan I recall made particularly delicious meatloaf(It's not the pan that made it delicious)
It was that comment that "got" me.
I realize I am stalling. I should have been over there already, but I'm still here talking about going. LOL.