Every single item has hundreds of little memories attached to it. A lifetime of moments. The couch we sat on, the dinner table we had conversations at, the mug mum drank tea out of that I always poured the water to “that” line and the milk to another. The old slightly dusty chairs that sat outside where she’d look at the garden. The countless pot plants and garden that she’d always tinker in. Like what do I do with a hose? It’s just a hose but I can see her standing there watering her garden as if she were right in front of me. Just stupid things like even the stuff that doesn’t even mean anything that sat on her shelves for twenty years. Heck even her appliances. I look at her house and everything in it and I see her. Us. Everything we’ve ever done in almost every moment, all at once. What the heck do I physically do with it all? I can’t keep it. I can’t throw it out. I mean, I know I’m just supposed to throw it out and that is the beauty of the temporary-ness of life blah blah, but it feels so unattributable to a beautiful life, a whole goddamn life and now I’m just supposed to discard it all? Is that it?
*Only child here. No aunts, uncles, extra parent or extended family to ask or help. What the fuck do I literally do? I’ll admit the hose was a dumb example, but I mean just every single item in her house I can remember her. Everything in the kitchen is thousands of conversations preparing meals. Every throw is a memory of sitting on the sofa. That tablecloth with the tiny hole from where it burned that one night, but I remember all the dinners we had together. The tupperware. The coffee table. That one mat that always sat under that one vase, or the one that held the same three pairs of shoes she seemed to buy on repeat. I mean she even still has my old bed in the spare room, that’s nights she read me stories or tucked me in etc. Sorry, I’m rambling, I’ll stop but I think you get the idea. It’s everything. I just don’t know how to get rid of it all.
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r/NoStupidQuestions Every single item has hundreds of little memories attached to it. A lifetime of moments. The couch we sat on, the dinner table we had conversations at, the mug mum drank tea out of that I always poured the water to “that” line and the milk to another. The old slightly dusty chairs that sat outside where she’d look at the garden. The countless pot plants and garden that she’d always tinker in. Like what do I do with a hose? It’s just a hose but I can see her standing there watering her garden as if she were right in front of me. Just stupid things like even the stuff that doesn’t even mean anything that sat on her shelves for twenty years. Heck even her appliances. I look at her house and everything in it and I see her. Us. Everything we’ve ever done in almost every moment, all at once. What the heck do I physically do with it all? I can’t keep it. I can’t throw it out. I mean, I know I’m just supposed to throw it out and that is the beauty of the temporary-ness of life blah blah, but it feels so unattributable to a beautiful life, a whole goddamn life and now I’m just supposed to discard it all? Is that it? *Only child here. No aunts, uncles, extra parent or extended family to ask or help. What the fuck do I literally do? I’ll admit the hose was a dumb example, but I mean just every single item in her house I can remember her. Everything in the kitchen is thousands of conversations preparing meals. Every throw is a memory of sitting on the sofa. That tablecloth with the tiny hole from where it burned that one night, but I remember all the dinners we had together. The tupperware. The coffee table. That one mat that always sat under that one vase, or the one that held the same three pairs of shoes she seemed to buy on repeat. I mean she even still has my old bed in the spare room, that’s nights she read me stories or tucked me in etc. Sorry, I’m rambling, I’ll stop but I think you get the idea. It’s everything. I just don’t know how to get rid of it all. submitted by /u/number93bus [link] [comments]
Every single item has hundreds of little memories attached to it. A lifetime of moments. The couch we sat on, the dinner table we had conversations at, the mug mum drank tea out of that I always poured the water to “that” line and the milk to another. The old slightly dusty chairs that sat outside where she’d look at the garden. The countless pot plants and garden that she’d always tinker in. Like what do I do with a hose? It’s just a hose but I can see her standing there watering her garden as if she were right in front of me. Just stupid things like even the stuff that doesn’t even mean anything that sat on her shelves for twenty years. Heck even her appliances. I look at her house and everything in it and I see her. Us. Everything we’ve ever done in almost every moment, all at once. What the heck do I physically do with it all? I can’t keep it. I can’t throw it out. I mean, I know I’m just supposed to throw it out and that is the beauty of the temporary-ness of life blah blah, but it feels so unattributable to a beautiful life, a whole goddamn life and now I’m just supposed to discard it all? Is that it?
*Only child here. No aunts, uncles, extra parent or extended family to ask or help. What the fuck do I literally do? I’ll admit the hose was a dumb example, but I mean just every single item in her house I can remember her. Everything in the kitchen is thousands of conversations preparing meals. Every throw is a memory of sitting on the sofa. That tablecloth with the tiny hole from where it burned that one night, but I remember all the dinners we had together. The tupperware. The coffee table. That one mat that always sat under that one vase, or the one that held the same three pairs of shoes she seemed to buy on repeat. I mean she even still has my old bed in the spare room, that’s nights she read me stories or tucked me in etc. Sorry, I’m rambling, I’ll stop but I think you get the idea. It’s everything. I just don’t know how to get rid of it all.
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