This summer my Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer and placed in a hospice program. As a result, I was tasked with clearing out his apartment and distributing his things. Not a pleasant task, yet, a necessary one.
The thing that struck me over and over as I went through his things was, how one persons treasures are another individuals junk. Things he had saved over the years, I looked at and wondered “What the hell?” As I swiftly went through his items, I couldn’t help but think, one day someone will be going through my “treasures” and wondering the same.
As I begin my fall cleaning and changing out my seasonal clothes — I am looking at my things with a new outlook. What material things do I value the most? What is just excess? What can I send out into the universe for someone else to enjoy? Time to purge.
Today I am thankful
~ The smell after last nights rain
~ Each new life adventure
~ Life lessons
As my Dad ends his life journey, one thing is clear — you can’t take it with you. In the end, it’s just stuff.
affectionately yours, Laura