Inheriting things that were important to my loved ones has changed me. I used to get so angry with my mom for her clutter and inability to discard items she never used. Going through all the paperwork was not a one-person task, but there were some gems. The one that really stands out to me is my grandfathers baptism certificate from 1898 Herzegovina.
When I was 22, I moved to Baton Rouge with everything I owned in my Daihatsu Charade. Now I'm double that age and I've a acquired a bit more than a carload of items. Most of what I own is functional, but there are those things with which I just can't seem to part. A good example is the collection music CDs that I've either already downloaded or have no desire to listen to again. That alone takes up 3 file boxes in my office closet. And don't get me started about paperwork!
Then there are the "Collection" items (I've lovingly come to call Cindy's things) that I saved for her nearest and dearest. It gave me great joy to make sure her friends received a keepsake of hers. But it still wasn't easy. I have thoughts of hoping they know how precious these items are, and that they'll take good care of them. That's where I can relate to the hoarders. I know it's dysfunctional thinking, because the truth is, it doesn't really matter what becomes of stuff, only what becomes of people.
I remind myself that if I had nothing from the long list of those who went before me, it would be irrelevant. What I DO have are habits and traits I've picked up along the way. Grandma Blanche's love of baking, Gladys' commitment to family, Dad's tender heart for animals, Kristie's desire to be a better person, Judi's humor, Mom's assertiveness, and Cindy's joy of life. What a rich inheritance!
