"we can't take it with us and it's not fair to shoulder this burden on our kids. 
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I read this and it makes me think actually in many ways.
Having both parents gone, came from a collecting everything family, my mother was a hoarder (apple didn't fall far from the tree) I called it the depression era syndrome. Where I heard the stories of hardship time and time again.
The waste of today is a curse in it's self, instead of reusing it, many throw it out, burn it (oh that one burns me) (nothing like a two-fold F U to the world) polluting the skies and waters-plus wasting it on top. Destroying it so no other can use it.
Oh it's easier to run down and buy another piece of crap.
OK back on topic...
Stuff and the kids and the burden.
Really?
Live one's life to the fullest-enjoy what you have earned and use-the kids don't care about anything-only the $$$ in the end. If you make life easy for the kid-what real chance has the kid in the real world-a cold hard world out there. But that comes from one last in line and having too kids to pick up after.
My mother was troubled over a great indifference bestowed on her and that was the recognition from her grandchildren for simple gifts and cards she sent to them. Zippo/replies except for one granddaughter. This troubled her-the threat of cutting them out of the will-oh the little things as a thank you Grandma-fell aside in their bust lives.
But the day of the reading-the paws were turned up to the sky-yet not a cent was a given to the ones that forgot.
Yes there was the house of organized hoarding-yet clean as a whistle. Oh the times-the laughter-the tears-the memories they all were-as each piece told a story, even to the tropical bird that was kept in the freezer-yup.
But if there is no memories on the shelves-what is there to remember-nothing to remind us-what is life without a memory really.
We pass on-that is a given-but to start passing on before your time is only accelerating the time one has.
Some fear the end when the end isn't even near. They have the worry the clock is ticking away-before the clock hasn't begun to tick actually. I wonder about what about them-the worry about-leaving a mess-or a big pile of something. What really does that say about the ones that complain, that they feel slighted in having to work for the $$$. Oh the stuff-the stuff OMG!
The stuff-oh I'm sorry to the next in line-I shouldn't of burdened you-just cut you a cheque.
We have no kids-I have no family to speak of-the mrs family too far away-but we're not dead and we will make the lands a trust for the world to enjoy-the $$$ will make sure there's a caretaker to care for the trust.
But to part with my memories for someone else's gain-nope.
As my father said: Never owe another man a penny when you leave-that will ensure that no man will spit on your grave when they pass you by"
... I have em back to 1591 of Florida.. and have a few old of other places. these are pride and joy's and would take some real offers to part.
Loved it! You probably had nightmares for a week.......
