I'd started a blog post on Death a few months ago, but said no...that's too dark, don't go there on a public forum.
Then July happened.
Uncle Phil, gone.
Kelly, a high school friend, gone.
Uncle John, gone.
So we're talking about death, decluttering and our past. I promise they are related.
A few months ago I started going through the last of the sentimental stuff I'd been holding on to, snug in my parent's shed for 18 years, not bothering anyone. Except me. It was always on my mind, taunting me, calling my a hypocrite. I mean, how can I tell you to downsize your sentimentality when mine loomed large?Read More