I hang onto things, especially from childhood and all the drawings, cards, school things from the girls. Ephemera – and we had a box of things stored with Cyd’s things from her college apartment. Sister let her store several boxes in her garage – our living room was stuffed. The sad thing- more things were lost because of water damage in the basement. I guess if I really cared about the things so much, I would have known it was there and not put it in storage in the first place. It’s molded, destroyed – some pet portraits I did of the pups, now passed on. It is just things, stuff, shouldn’t matter. It does and can’t be replaced especially stuff from my sister, my childhood, artwork from Carly and Cyd, cards from Grandma White. Stuff. What’s next? Anger, ready to toss everything and just light a match- stuff. Just stuff.