Our Estate
So with Mom's very fast death, I've had alot on my mind. She was so ill and unable to breathe at the end there that her final breath was a real relief for her. It was painful to watch her trying to breath. With my very pragmatic siblings making the decisions, Mom's house went on the market a few days later. And sold. Suffice it to say, i t has been alot to process in a very short amount of time; our heads are spinning. In the meantime, as we are all being called on to figure out what to do with Mom's things, I started thinking about the things that Jerry and I own. Our estate. We truly have alot of shit. Closets, garage, basement, spare rooms, storage rooms... The thought of our kids going through our boxes of shit, looking at each other with quizzical looks, sniggering, pointing to the trash container, and rightfully pitching our shit has been keeping me up at night. I immediately got busy. I've already emptied four boxes of papers into recycling. In going throug...