I never meant for that cedar chest project to take as long as it did. In fact, I wasn't even planning on working on it at all, except I opened it to cram more stuff inside and found all of the destruction. And once I got started on pulling things out of it, it seemed to morph into this giant stinky pile of sadness. So I let it sit, spread out all over my garage for several days.
On Sunday I perked a pot of coffee and got back at it. And with breaks to eat, pee, or cry it took me about 6 hours. I paused and sent The Girl the photo above. I was so close to being done but I could barely think. The inability to move and make decisions was real. I had to push myself through it. Truly overwhelming. It was like the ghosts of the past and the responsibility to keep these things safe were pressing in on me. I have a feeling that organizing these sorts of things is not even close to being over.
I paused to reflect on this. I know Hubby would have been overwhelmed, too. And I think I have been as careful and respectful as I can be. Its an enormous responsibility he left me with. I did not take pics of the contents, but someday I may scan some things for my kids.
There are two boxes and a trumpet sitting on top of the chest now. Those have new homes they will go to. {And the things against the wall nearby are going out on the next big trash day.} You can smell mothballs ever so faintly in here...There is empty space for storing a few more things my children and future grandchildren may want to see someday.
But for now I'm done.
Gina
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