The Year of Living Minimally - Week Eleven

The focus shifted, rightfully, away from us this week. We honored my husband's father (above) with the military funeral he deserved, and I know that he's now at peace, after years of living with a cruel disease.Apart from the viewing, the Mass, and the burial, there was work to do at his house. And that work continues. He clung to his independence, living alone in the same house he'd lived in since 1972. There were memories in that house. And lots of stuff.Look, it happens. It would have upset him more if we'd started cleaning out the excess while he was still alive. So we have our work cut out for us. Clothes, shoes, blankets, linens. Books, DVDs, CDs. Food. Furniture. And so many photos. Donate, keep, or discard. I'm mindful that there's a lot of emotion right now, so if my husband insists on carting a few things back into our house, I'm keeping my mouth shut. ❤️