(partly) not my memories

The last part of the cleansing ritual has to be a new post - so that the previous one is not the one I keep seeing when I log in. It's a good thing I have a lot to say these days :)

The two weeks at my brother's are coming to an end. Interestingly, I feel like I spent here a month. I guess it's because I've gotten used to being at home, but also, because I've had so many impressions here. So many new impressions. One of the things I've been doing here was to go through two huge boxes of Grandma's "papers".

When my brother brought her here after she lost the ability to walk and had the stroke that ate half of her brain cells, he brought here lots of things - apart from her clothes, her furniture, the little things she used to have around her, her favorite cup and all the stuff like that. And he also brought here two huge boxes of "papers". He didn't even know what was in them - our aunt (let me just say that she made everything valuable disappear before my brother came to get Grandma's things) had thrown them in there in a chaotic mess. So, brother and F, his partner, rightly decided that I should be the one to sort them out and put them in my room.

I always was the one who is about words. Brother says, he doesn't even think in words. I've no idea how that's possible, my inner monologue never stops. But it was not only about words.

( pictures )

( postcards )

( letters )

So... why am I writing all this? I thought it would help me unload, it didn't, I just feel even more overwhelmed than before XD Well, but I would like to know what you would do with such things. Or what you did do... or will do... if you, too, have huge boxes to sort out.

(sorry, too tired to reread and correct mistakes)