My mom is having a garage sale to get rid of a bunch of her stuff so we spent the past couple of days sorting through stuff and today the people who are handling the sale came and started putting everything out. 

I thought this would be harder for me but quite frankly I’m happy to see all this stuff go. I kept whatever I wanted but it has been very little. Most of what I kept is to furnish the cabin on the farm that we built for our workers. 

So my parents’ life is all laid out in the living room. Stemware, china, all the knick knacks that they collected from their travels all over the world… and I realised I have no attachment to any of it. It can go. It’s all just stuff anyway. The memories of our times together live inside of me.