Death and Your Personal Possessions
by Wendy
(www.retirement-online.com)
For 30 years, I've collected "stuff". Older furniture that I dearly love, house plants, art products, funky things that adorn my home...
I wonder, when I depart this earth, who will want them? Will they end up, curbside, waiting for the garbage man?
Unfortunately, probably....
My sister's kids all have their own homes, all furnished with newer contemporary furniture. Who would want my dearly loved "old stuff"? Would would want art supplies? Nobody.
This was recently brought to mind when I house sat for a friend when her father died.
When I walked into her father's home for the first time, immediately I knew this one room was his MAN CAVE. The essence of his life permeated this whole large room. Unlike the rest of the 10-year old home, this room looked almost barn like with roof high rafters, a huge stone fireplace and all his collectibles and artifacts.
Despite knowing my friend for well over 30 years, I've never met her father. He was well known in the local community - a sod farmer, bird breeder (thousands in several large barns), and first Fire Chief locally.
Back to the room -- I was amazed as I had never been inside a room that so beautifully displayed a mans entire life.
As I traveled around the room, besides his desk, book shelves, computer, and easy chairs -- I viewed his fire truck and firefighters collections. Hand-carved wooden ducks (vintage quality). Stacks and stacks of magazines and books. He had bird trophies galore and stacks of blue ribbons hung for all the winning bird shows he attended over the years. He had farm implements hung high (antique ones, I'm thinking).
That's all I remember, but the room was full of this mans essence, his entire life on display... a monumental room honoring a mans life.
So back to my original thought... what happens to all his stuff?
My thought after I left the home:
Is the widow comforted with having his possessions and spirit nearby in the room?
--OR--
Does this personal room feel a bit too close having just lost him?
A reminder of what she lost or a comfort to have him nearby still??