Progress has been very slow but as my husband always said, "It may be slow but it's progress as long as it's moving forward." Today I am waiting for the arrival of two tow trucks to pick up Bob's two vans. I'm donating them to a charity that uses the proceeds to fund the education of under privileged children. One is good for nothing but scrap, the other is old but runs fine. They're happy to get them and I will be happy to have them gone. Donating the vans is my first act of releasing Bob's possessions. I'm starting with the least difficult to let go of. I'm not emotionally attached to either vehicle as I don't drive and they both were bought for utilitarian purposes, not for aesthetics. Bob drove one just for running errands. The other is here only because we had to take it with us when we moved here 12 years ago.
Bob had dementia and was a bit of a packrat and kept newspapers and old mail. I'll have no problem shredding and recycling all that. I've already begun the process but with all the other stuff I've got to do it'll take me months to get it all shredded and thrown away. I probably should have maintained better control over his penchant for holding onto useless things but I just chalked it up to what he'd been taught as a child during the Depression. Back then one saved everything because you never knew when it might come in handy.
I'll sort out his clothes last. He had a lot of clothes the he never wore. Some had never been opened. So there's 90% of it that I'll donate but there are a few special items - a couple of shirts, a pair of pajamas - that were his favorites and he wore every week. Strange how a person's life is reduced down to what they owned and when they're gone, what they had is sorted out and dispersed until there's hardly anything left.