See: More boxes in the basement, and an eclectic assortment of antiques sprinkled amid our modern decor.Įnter Ms. And since he and his deceased wife were childless, that generated an even stronger sense of attachment and responsibility to their unclaimed possessions. As his Executrix, I was beyond grateful for being spared the long-distance management of an estate and house sale, but there were still countless drawers and closets and basement corners to purge. My father-figure had the good fortune of contracting the post-death purchase of his beloved custom-built home (and everything in it) to a saintly couple who then managed a village of caregivers that allowed him to die in his own bed. Those meaningful pieces are now being stored for multiple family members in plastic bins and dresser drawers that take up ANOTHER third of our basement. In the case of my husband’s Dad, we were purging post-funeral and pre-condo foreclosure, so there was a delightfully oppressive mix of grief, strife, and stress in the air, and a strong desire to preserve furniture and art gathered from all over the world. The result is a tower of secondhand-smoke-smelling boxes that contain photos, tchotchke, and memorabilia from two generations on both sides of the family, and fills one third of our basement.
AND I’ll get one more chance when mom either expires, or leaves her Rest Home for a last-stop in skilled nursing. In my parents’ case I got to do their Death Cleaning three times: Once when we moved them out of their house into separate apartments, and twice when my father moved into a nursing home and my mother moved back to the northeast.
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