George Carlin did a show about stuff. I think it is brilliant.Â He hits the nail on the head when he says, â€œMy shit is stuff and your stuff is shit!â€
I wish I had his take on when your shit, becomes my stuff.
Maybe I think about stuff too much, or maybe Iâ€™m sensitive after having to clear out my mothers hoard, but I donâ€™t think Iâ€™m alone, in wondering about the stuff that belonged to a loved one who dies. Whatâ€™s going to happen to it? Whoâ€™s going to get it? What exactly did they have and is it any good?
Now, I know stuff isn’t the memory, but it can trigger them. And being on the receiving end of someoneâ€™s stuff after they die, can be either a joy or a nightmare.
Going through my momâ€™s stuff was mostly a nightmare, but I had the opportunity to pick out some nice gems and memories as well. Not being the one who had to sort through Linda’s stuff; it was heartwarming when Frank sent me a necklace to remember her by.
Ken came home with a small box of stuff from his momâ€™s house. Tomi had kept his baby book and his first pair of shoes. She also kept all the letters and cards we had ever written her, but as far as stuffâ€”stuff goes, she didnâ€™t have a lot.
In sorting through the stuff she did have, Ken found a beautiful turquoise ring that he thought I might like. He doesnâ€™t remember Tomi ever wearing it or know of any story that goes with it.
I love it and will think of Tomi when I wear it. I also know that when I am asked about it, I will say, this ring was in my mother-in-laws stuff.