When my mum passed away, it was left to me to empty out her house. She had a lot of stuff. A LOT. I was quite traumatised by her death at only 58 years of age. While still in the depths of my grief, I was faced with the monumental task of having to empty out her house in a fairly timely manner as it was a rental. I was absolutely dreading it and it felt so overwhelming. The main reason it was so stressful was because my mum had become a hoarder in her later life. She suffered from mental health issues and became unable to manage her stuff. In her house were garbage bags full of…well, more bags. Hundreds of plastic shopping bags. And garbage bags full of clothes that were never worn. In the end, 90% of the stuff in her house literally went in the garbage. Nineteen years after her death, I have very few items that belonged to my mum. A few pieces of jewellery, a funky dress she wore in the 70s, her Sunbeam Mixmaster and a retro glass bowl. A few months ago the glass bowl fell and broke. I was sad, for a second. Then I realised that I really didn’t even like that bowl, and I wasn’t going to lose any of my memories of my mum because the bowl was no longer there. This has also allowed me to let go of the Mixmaster that she received as a wedding present in 1969. I don’t think she actually used it after the 70s, but she held onto it. Then I’ve held onto it for the past 19 years. In that time, I’ve moved house 3 times, lugging it with me even though I never used it once, I don’t even know if it still works. I have a photo of it, but I don’t need to keep it.