The year 2015 was horrific. Dad died in May and Mum (whose dementia mercifully prevented her from being aware he'd gone) in November.
Their house has been sold and most of their possessions either assimilated into our home or disposed of. It's taken me three or four passes to reduce the "stuff". There are still things I just can't part with. Stupid things like Dad's worn out scarf. Is this just me?
I kind of feel that after all this time I'm being ridiculous.