When do you stop caring? I asked myself that question this past weekend, as I prepared for the once a year community garage sale we hold in our area. I was amazed at all the stuff I pulled out from closets, beneath beds and in cupboards. Not junk. Just stuff I'd accumulated over the years and couldn't part with because of the memories they held.
Almost everything had a story behind it. This music box belonged to my grandmother, my Mom made this Christmas wall hanging, I bought this violin for my Dad and when he passed away I got it back. Some items were left over from my first marriage that I just liked. When do you say enough is enough? It's time to get rid of them? What good are they doing hidden away year after year? It's not a matter of, I might need this some day, these were things that reminded me of the people I loved.
I made good money during the 5 hours the sale went on. But as each dusty item went bye bye a little piece of my heart went with it. It's hard letting go. But I think we hold on to things because they meant something to someone else.