I thought I would be happy.
When I was taking care of my mother and was burnt out and angry I would think about the day I would clean out her apartment.
"This is going in the dumpster, I'm going to throw ALL this OUT! "
It would make me happy thinking of the day.
My siblings came and took what they wanted this weekend
and the rest went out in the hallway to be taken.
Last night I was crying.... it's all gone....
Every last piece of jewelry, photograph, everything.
I was happy when I emptied out my dad's place..
this feels so final- It IS final... I feel so sad about this, like they already
passed away or something.