I confess I am a chucker anyway. But I found the unwinding and sorting of my parents house and other relatives I had to deal with both traumatic and therapeutic. As someone who is a compulsive recycler, we were able to make sure as much of our parents belongs were found new uses as possible. Both my sister, mt children and myself took quite a lot of stuff home, items of furniture, china and glass, table and bed linen. A lot went to Charity shops.
Doing it like this I found lots of small treasures. Half a letter my grandfather wrote to my grandmother. He died in 1919 on his way back from WW1 and it is the only tangible sign we have of his existence, no photographs or other belongings,just this one small note that shows a loving husband and father writing home. His job took him away from home a lot and he missed his 'little cherubs' and 'dearest Kate'.
Slowly unpacking and disposing of my parent's life helped DS and I come to terms with our loss and move on to a new normal.
What were your dream names for your kids when you were growing up?


