To much "Stuff".

Karen kept telling me I have “to much stuff”.

She proved it with her death. Everything she owned fit on a large table when I gathered it for her family to go through.

Today was the http://www.breezeshooters.net/ Breezeshooters Hamfest (think flea market for Nerds). I had intended to take everything I owned there to sell. Failed miserably at that goal. Still I did take a van full of “stuff”. Sold or gave way 50% of what I took. 50% of what I brought back I can give to the Humane Thrift Store that supports the local animal shelter. Not sure what to do with some of the rest. Some is already in the trash.

As I packed up everything to bring back home, the depression, guilt and empty ache missing Karen got really bad (just typing this line made the tears start again). By the time I got back home it all had relented a bit, back to what is becoming 'normal' at this stage of grief I guess?

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