A Long Weekend
Well, the clean-up detail at Mom's house is complete, sort of, as my brother, sister, and I whittled down fifty some-odd years of collections and belongings accumulated. Then there was the attic, which was about five moderate size pickup loads-full, or you might say three heapin'-helpin' loads in a pickup truck. I'll ask Lee Ann about her version of pickup vs. pick-up, much like ductape vs. duct tape.

No Fuss, Please
Looks like most of the furniture was bestowed to me, though I chose to leave it there since Mom's husband decided to stay on, which I'm happy about. There were only a few tears and no arguments whatsoever as we set about furiously sorting and choosing what to keep, who would keep what, and what would be sold or tossed. I stated early in the process, weeks ago, that I would walk away from it all if arguments started. I've heard horror stories about families broken apart after a loved one died, all over possessions left behind. I chose not to let that happen.

Thanks For the Memories
I also believe that many of you did hold us up in prayer over the weekend, as I felt an incredible peace about it all. I realize that Mom did not live amongst her possessions, though each item in some way told her story. She was a meticulous record keeper, of bills, letters, meals eaten at holidays, and life. Life was kept first as written pages of longhand, begun when my brother became ill the summer after his high school graduation. She transposed it to MS Word files over the past years, known as "The Book" and as yet unpublished.

ebay Yard Sale?
I have a terrible cold today, and don't know if it's from breathing all the dust and mold over the weekend. We found some treasures, a few, and thinned out the rest. There will be a yard sale soon. Or maybe I should sell it all on ebay?