Absolutely true.

I find myself stepping back and reviewing regularly... and remembering that I was raised in an environment were "the family stuff" was held in great esteem, but when I break it down into my personal values — and remembering that all those who subscribed to that doctrine are long dead — the only "family stuff" I actually care about is carried as memories, not as physical things.

Which is also a sobering reminder that much of my family placed higher value on "things" than on "people."

Which doesn't really match up with what I believe in.

Still, if I can sell the stuff to someone who cares — rather than see it ending up in the landfill — then that feels like a right and proper thing...

Life is brief and fragile... and shrouds have no pockets.