Cleaning Up

 Yesterday my sister and I started the process of cleaning out our parent's house. It is something that everyone my age has to do at some point. No one lives forever, so their possessions need to be taken care of. You never realize how much there is in a house until you have to take it out. Things that I know they cherished are nothing more than what they are, to other people. A chair is a chair. A plate is a plate. Only the family knows that the chair was the one my father sat in every day and the plate was one that my mother loved and had to have. Boxes upon boxes and bags upon bags, that I can't take home and no one else wants. I am trying to donate as much as I can, but even that is not easy. You accumulate a lot living in the same home for 63 years.