Clearing out my parent’s house now that they are both gone.

I have no good help. I’ve only lost grandparents.
My dad was the one that loved them.
My uncle was the one that wanted things.
Uncle took advantage of dad’s sorrow.
Thankfully when I was in the hospital visiting
my sweet grandma she sent me home with her wedding ring, necklace and regularly worn jewelry.
Imagine uncles surprise when he couldn’t find
these things. He asked dad. Dad was like idk.
He does now. I gave them to him about 3 weeks later.

It’s never easy. Keep things you find useful.
A kitchenaid or a really cool vintage bowl set.
Get rid of frivolous things. I have 2 cookbooks
she wrote in. I love them dearly.
Wedding bands are definitely keepers too.
I don’t feel this is helpful. Also if you box it I think
Most places like Goodwill will do pickups.
So if there’s things you would like to find a second life.
Thoughts and prayers for you and yours.

This is hard. I think Lex had some good thoughts. She’s good like that.

I’ve lost my Dad, and almost lost my Mom. We have a few more years with her.

I have the guns. We buried him in his boots. I have his last pocket knife and carry it with me daily. The Cuckoo clock he got in Germany when he was stationed there fell and shattered. I cried. I have all his old fishing lures that I still need to put in a shadow box, alone with his spinning reel. I have his name and I wasn’t born with it. His sledge hammer, and some of his tools are in my garage. Mostly I have his knowledge. I didn’t need anything else.

Some things you find will make you cry and some things will make you angry. It’s ok to go through that. Then put those thoughts away. Keep the things y’all really want, but don’t be afraid to donate the things y’all do don’t.

All my Dad’s formal attire was donated to the Seminary of our church for new pastors to use.

Hang in there. My only advice is to not prolong it.

Have you stumbled across their stash of sex toys

I hate it for you. We’ve just about wrapped up emptying out my parents house. Mom died in 15’ and dad this past February. They were married 60 plus years, so you can imagine the things you find that you remember from your childhood. Or a piece of furniture that you know they’ve had their entire married life. I even found my tub of Lincoln Logs that I got for Christmas in the mid 1970’s. Having to get rid of the majority of that stuff is an unpleasant part of life. But, it is life and the world is going to keep on spinning.

I did this in the last few years. My mom is still alive, thankfully, but we had to move her out of her house (it was quite literally collapsing in spots) and up here to a smaller home. Which meant going through and carefully separating out all the keepsakes she had to have and setting them aside for a later move when we could get it all stored safely here. That was very difficult to do.

And then my sister in law threw it all away without asking because mom didn't need it. That took two years for mom to get over. A bit of a sore point in the family to put it mildly.

To be honest, a bit upsetting for me too. Most of my personal belongings where waiting for the second move. My old basketball jerseys, my books, my papers, photographs, and... about 5 grand worth of vintage comic books that got thrown in a dumpster.

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all the keepsakes she had to have

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yep

holy crap yall must be spying on me

I just mowed Mom's house for the last time yesterday, and it closed with new buyers today

she passed last fall - dad's been gone

with Dad's house, I had to be down in Central Arkansas the whole time - Mom would throw a mini fit when I'd bring old pictures from his house, and then she's start looking at them and couldn't stop

She has feelings bro.

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A bit of a sore point in the family to put it mildly.

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That would qualify for a full blown case of the red arse. Holidays would not be fun for her.

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a full blown case of the red arse.

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your roots must be south Arkansas or north Louisiana


we north central Arkansas boys never heard of the red arse until we move south - or maybe I'm deaf, have been almost since birth anyway


I mean, ETA: I'm half fricking deaf, always had been