Storage Wars!

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By Nancy Black

When I die, there will be no wars over sentimental memories in my house. I know this for a fact. Both my children have informed me that they have no desire to go through storage units full of boxes after I am gone.

This harsh, but true, fact in my life came to light recently when most of my prized possessions, which were boxed and stored when my mother died, were auctioned off in a “Storage Wars” type situation without my prior knowledge or approval. I can’t get into the details because of the ongoing criminal investigation but, suffice it write, most of my precious, priceless items are gone — POOF — never to be seen again.

Besides being furious, I also was panicked to find out what few memories I had left. So I started sorting through the remaining boxes in my possession, which required my children to perform heavy lifting during their holiday break.

“Look!” I would cry out to them. “All my scripts from my Hollywood days!” Tinder for the fireplace, my son suggested under his breath.

“This is my press pass from the NAB convention where I met your father,” I shared with my younger one, holding up an old laminated badge. Once again, the suggestion of placing it in the fire came up.

My children have no desire to keep memories that are not theirs. Sure, I’m supposed to store a chest full of LEGOS for my son until he has children and is ready for them. And, gosh forbid, I throw away any stuffed animals, most of which my younger one hasn’t laid eyes on in more than six years.

But when it comes to Mommy’s old high school yearbooks, they couldn’t care less.

So, I have now made it very clear to my children that the items I do still have, in my house or in boxes, are saved for a reason. They are either part of some super sentimental, priceless memory or the items I’ve kept are worth money. They can sell them and keep the cash. Now their ears started perking up during my boxes purge.

Don’t leave a bunch of junk behind when you die. Open those dusty boxes in your attic or storeroom and enjoy the memories they contain now. They may not be there tomorrow.