As I watched the sun rise this Monday morning, the sky remained gray and overcast. Nothing like this past weekend’s beautifully warm weather which found the family outdoors, working in the garage. We’re kind of getting a head start on Spring cleaning.
It’s out with the old and in with the new, and by ‘new’ I don’t mean new stuff, I mean new vibes, positive energy, because we’ve been dwelling in the past for far too long. I know I have, and that’s why I’m doing what I’m doing. Out with the old, in with the new.
We’ve been planning to clean out the garage for several months now, but I’ve neither had the motivation, nor the time. The truth is, I wasn’t taking the time, because it’s going through all my late grandmother’s things. The sad part isn’t that she isn’t with us anymore, it’s learning how much of her life was a lie, and finding out who she really was. I learned a lot of things from her, how to balance a bank account, how to cook our family recipes, and most importantly, the kind of person to be (or not to be).
I never realized how much of a hoarder she was. I thought she was just sentimental, maybe overly sentimental, but the truth is, she just didn’t like to throw anything away, or she liked to collect strange things. About 2-3 years ago, when I made my first attempt to go through her things, I was finding collections of clothing she never wore, some new with tags. We found collections of Avon women’s perfume, boxes and bottles never opened. She had baskets and plastic containers everywhere, full of anything and everything she could put into them; buttons, fabric patches, costume and Avon jewelry, change, paperclips, etc. She had plastic drawer organizers lining her bedroom walls at one time.
While cleaning the garage and going through all my grandmother’s things for a final time, I came across so many old credit cards, some of them were so out dated, the card numbers weren’t today’s 16-digit card numbers, but rather 9-digit, and a few had the first set of four numbers looking more like a set of seven. As I cut them up, I shook my head. Such garbage. Why hold on to old credit cards, and receipts? So your family can go through all of it later when throwing it out, and learn who she really was. That’s why. Somehow, I knew it.
Going through my grandmother’s belongings, I’ve come across a lot of old memories. I’m also realizing that as I go through all these memories of my past, I’m ready to move on physically. I’m ready to let go of my grandmother life. Providing the weather cooperates, I’ll be planning a yard sale for the weekend.