this morning #1004.

this morning, while i was sort of sick of sorting through her things, i had no choice. the room had to be cleared out. today. no later than noon. seventy-two hours. those were the rules. no exceptions, not even in the event of death. though the room‘s not all that large, i hope i’ve brought enough boxes. i looked at the now-empty closet. the clothes had gone straight into garbage bags, charity bound. stuff like that required no thought. i didn’t want her old wardrobe. the rest of the room was filled with possible treasures though. mom collected nostalgia. that & lots of useless crap. bits of both commingled in drawers. it was up to me to hastily determine what amongst it had meaning.