This year my life has changed completely. My mom passed away early in the year and everything changed after that. My 98 year grandmother (dad's mom), who was living alone, fell just a few weeks later and had to be transitioned to a place with more care. A lot of this year has been helping dad clean out my grandmother's home filled with almost 100 years of possessions.
Losing my mom, helping grandma and dad, and turning 50 this year, has given me a different perspective on life. I'm seeing more clearly than ever, what really matters and what doesn't and how possesions can take over your life.
We have spent so many hours, days, weekends cleaning and sorting through my grandma's things. Like most people of her age, she was greatly affected by the depression and learned not to waste a single thing. That translated to a lifetime of being smart with money, but also gave her a vice grip on just about everything she ever owned. Nothing was thrown out due to the fact it might one day be useable. While commendable and green in some part, living like that for 98 years can be close to hoarding.
My favorite hand colored photo of grandma in the 1930s.