As loss begins to close in on me, I come to understand the relatives who fixate on such trivial matters as who gets the crystal serving platter. There is comfort in the details of those tasks which most closely resemble our daily lives, and I find myself seeking refuge there from time to time. Which things to keep? Which storage company to hire? How to notify people?
These things seem easier than the truth, which is that these things do not matter, as long as we have our memories. To be the sole caretaker of these memories feels heavy, and lonely with no other witnesses to our lives for so many years. Yes, much easier to worry about what to do with the good china.
Everything comes too fast and too slowly.