As I clear out my home of the last 20 years, and go through belongings from at least 40 years - it's a slow torture. Deciding what to keep, what to give away or sell or trash.... each belonging holds a memory and a special meaning. We go through a slow heartbreak with each item, animal and finally the people we part from. I did this in 2015 when my mom died and had to clear out her home. Now I do it again. These are heartbreaking moments in our lives. Yet we keep moving forward on our paths and journeys. It's a bittersweet process.
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