I'm back. Nothing more could be Thrown, or donated, or earmrked for a garage sale. There is no letting go.
Emotions were too near the surface. It was time to leave. My new mantra is, if everything is special....then nothing is special. We worked packing and person moving had so many scheduled events that she wasn't able to participate or make decisions, so everything was just to be packed.
It was time to leave. So we did. Leaving behind a mess. And hard feelings. And a whole lot of denial about the issue and the quantity of things to be moved. The elephant in the room just breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it would not be budged.