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Exit stage left

Exit stage left

When my parents died, it really wasn’t so bad to take care of their belongings. My three sisters and I did it in a couple of days. My parents lived very simply. They shared a single closet that was maybe 12 feet long for all their clothes. They had a collection of about 20 CDs, … read more Exit stage left

Posted on July 27, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories InheritanceTags 2010, cleaning, condo, Dad, death, materialism, Mom, simplicity, Tom10 Comments on Exit stage left
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