A child dying stops pretty much anyone in their tracks. She was eleven maybe twelve. She was active and feisty. But above all she was too young. Then I started thinking about her family. They had planned on her always being around. Now those plans, and dreams and things will have to be reevaluated.
I worry about the hurt I'll leave behind when I go. I am trying very hard to shed extras and leave behind only a few fine things. I don't want my loved ones mired down in my belongings, but I wouldn't mind if they got mired down in good memories. Our stuff can take a lifetime to accumulate. I am hoping it will not take a life time to declutter as well.