by Lillian Csernica on July 4, 2019
Last Thursday my mother died.
My brother lives in Southern California. My sister is currently bound by a temporary restraining order (soon to be permanent. The hearing is tomorrow). That means it’s all on me.
All the hospital stuff.
All the legal stuff.
And, most of all, every single item of Mom’s stuff.
It’s up to me to clear out Mom’s apartment. It’s just a studio, but still. Furniture. Small appliances. Clothing. Books and DVDs, knickknacks and photo albums. The really staggering part? Mom’s personal correspondence, files, and papers.
Mom kept everything.
I could tell you stories about some of the keepsakes I’ve found, such as the inflatable jukebox wardrobe. Or the hand-painted bamboo parasol that would be a collector’s item if it weren’t for all the rainbow glitter. While such conversation starters are entertaining, and some are quite valuable, the downside…