My grandmother lived in a house that she and her husband built in Glendale in 1947. My mom grew up there and I spent a lot of my childhood there too. Plus I was just really close to my gramma. So when she died almost 2 years ago and the family decided to sell the house, I wanted to hang onto everything. It didn't help that she had a lot of stuff.
I ended up carting a ton of that stuff into my tiny apartment. I got some great things like a danish modern credenza, love seat, bar stools, and nightstands. I also got things like her sewing machine and her kitchenaid stand mixer, both things we had used together.
I've given myself time and haven't forced myself to part with anything I'm not ready to. But I've noticed that 'because it was my gramma's' is my answer often for why I have something. Not because I love it or use it but because it reminds me of her. And since I just moved I have even less space to keep all these things so I'm facing some decisions about what I really want to keep.
Has anyone else dealt with loss and clutter?