My brother, sister and I have been on a journey for the past three years since our mother past away in September, 2008. I'm sure most people can not understand why it has taken this long for us to go through the things in her house. For most, taking a bulldozer to the house would have been the logical answer. But for us, hidden in the stacks of newspapers, magazines and boxes, were our memories and treasures that we seem to cling onto so tightly. Among our mother's stuff was our grandmother's stuff - nothing was ever thrown away. To be honest, it isn't that the stuff is so valuable, it is the memories that are triggered bringing smiles, laughter and tears that have guided us for the past three years. The stuff represents the carefree years of our childhood, the shaping of who we are, our mother's love and the love we have for each other.
Thought you just might want to see the big house -
Oh, yes, there are a few additions to the original house.
It is our goal to be done by the end of October. This will be my last week at my mother's house and will be the week that we decide who gets what. I'm sure there will be some things that more than one of us will want - our mother's scissors, our grandmother's big white-frame mirror, our "stagecoach" rocking chair, family-collected glassware and family mementos. This could be the hardest part of our three year journey.
Yesterday, we walked through the house and discussed our plan and time frame for ending this journey. For the next five days, we will again be talking and sharing while dividing our memories. I'm sure there will be plenty of laughter and a few tears.
Our final plan begins today.