Finding Peace, One Piece at a Time: What To Do With Your and a Loved One's Personal Possessions
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Finding Peace, One Piece at a Time - Rachel Kodanaz
Afterword
PREFACE
I can’t remember whether I ever embraced material things as a child, or if I had a longing to connect either with my own possessions or those of my ancestors. Yes, I did treasure my bicycle, but not as a possession – as a mode of transportation. I wasn’t someone who collected music, girly things, or even clothing. My art projects came home from school but were not saved. My swim-team medals and ribbons went in a box, never to be opened. I have very few pictures of my childhood, as taking and sharing photographs were not what they are today. As a tomboy, I was satisfied playing stickball, swinging from monkey bars, or playing field games rather than collecting possessions. Growing up in a less-than-model household led me to value and rely on independence over material things.
When I left home for college, I packed all my possessions accumulated over the years into my car and brought them to my dorm room. The inventory was simple: clothing, a few books, my record albums, a turntable, and a few miscellaneous items with emotional value such as my high school yearbook, address book, and a few mementos from friends.
Never to return to my childhood home again, I continued to carry with me my minimal possessions. Of course, as I entered the real world
with a real job
I began collecting furniture, tchotchkes, and what would someday become my prized possessions. I viewed these items as an extension of my physical being; I didn’t have emotional relationships with them. They were, at the time, mostly necessities.
As the years went on, the addition of my husband, Rod, and our baby expanded the collection of personal and family belongings, and it began to take on more emotional value. We took more family pictures, kept trinkets of our daughter’s birth and the curl from her first haircut, and collected other childhood memories. I still remained a minimalist, favoring experience over items of convenience, such as constructing a makeshift bed while traveling instead of bringing a portable crib, or calculating a trip to the park versus a backyard swing set. My husband and I both had well-paying jobs, so my rationality for not purchasing these items was not due to economics but rather to keep from collecting what I didn’t need. I will admit that when our corporate jobs moved us cross-country, we hired a moving van rather than loading our precious possessions in the backs of our cars. While my possession count increased, I still maintained that my relationships with them were strictly due to their utilitarian value, not my emotional connection to them. These were our things, and while I had my favorites, they did not hold an overly sentimental value to me. At least that’s what I thought at that time.
All that changed one day in April when I experienced the sudden death of my husband.
Our day started like every other day, with our morning routine of getting ready for work, preparing our lunches, filling our daughter’s diaper bag, and walking into the garage for the last time as a family. Rod clicked our daughter’s seatbelt in her car seat, and we kissed each other good-bye and both drove off to work.
In literally a heartbeat, my world changed. The phone rang. It was that fateful call from the vice president of the company where Rod and I worked. Rod had passed; he suffered from arrhythmia and was gone in seconds. When reality found its way to my heart, I realized he was never physically coming back to our house. I painfully learned that his possessions, and even mine, had a new meaning. They told both Rod’s life story as well as our story together. The items held the physical presence of our shared memories, experiences, growth, connection, and time we had together. These memories became the link to us,
preserving each breath we took as a couple and a family. All the possessions he touched became my sacred items. These precious items created a special bond, allowing me to feel him right by my side – a new form of physical touching.
Until Rod’s passing, I viewed my personal possessions as a means to support my existence. They were physical necessities to create comfort, feel a sense of security, and provide a sanctuary or a safe haven in which my little family could live. I won’t deny that I found pleasure in having and surrounding myself with nice things, living in an up-and-coming neighborhood, dining at hip restaurants, tackling new sports, and driving reliable cars. But I was oblivious to the real meaning of possessions until Rod passed away. Following his death, every square inch of my home provided a cherished memory, every piece of clothing became remember when,
and every personal item of his became mine to figure out what to do with. Was I supposed to keep everything? Was I supposed to give his stuff to his parents, as he preceded them in death? What do I save for our daughter? Why did he save what he saved? So many questions, so many choices, so many unknowns, so few answers. I felt like I was a ball in a pinball machine with everyone around me telling me what I should and should not do with his belongings. They spoke as if they were the experts, informing me what the appropriate timing was following his death to clear out his personal belongings from our house and what to do with them. They even went so far as to tell me I could never get over his loss if I didn’t box up his belongings. Really? What was there to get over? My husband was dead; my daughter was fatherless. Besides, how would they know? I just tuned them all out.
If, in this case, we define possession as owning and keeping something of meaning or interest, something that holds memories for its owner, then for me, the lasting impression of Rod’s belongings were permanently tattooed on my heart and mind. Suddenly, each and every item of Rod’s had meaning, and if I didn’t know the meaning of the object, I was determined to find out where it came from and why he kept it. I now owned all his keepsakes from his childhood until his death, and these keepsakes told a beautiful story of a very special man.
As I sorted, obsessed over, and cherished each of his things, the story of Rod unfolded with great meaning. While it was a difficult, complicated, and heart-wrenching process, I found myself in a warm, safe place, with just the two of us reconnecting in a very special way. I realized all of his items represented him, and now I looked at them through a different lens. Maybe it was because I had no other choice, or maybe it was because I felt him right next to me. Either way, I learned his possessions told a story of his life, and I was signed up to read, write, and share his legacy with family, friends, and future generations.
In writing Finding Peace, One Piece at a Time, my desire is to share my experience of what I have learned through Rod’s passing, and to support friends, family, clients, and readers in understanding the impact of their possessions. The expression If I only knew then what I know now
might be considered a cliché, but that’s how I feel when I refer to my personal belongings. If I could do it over again, I most likely would have saved more of me
to share with my second husband, Taner; my daughter; and my future grandchildren. I regret that I chose not to save my collection of childhood swim awards, the colorful ribbons, each with a small white cardboard form stapled to the back to record official race times, race information, and team members. At the time, I remember cherishing the recognition, as I was a proficient swimmer and very proud of my accomplishments. My daughter began swimming at the age of five in a sport that had not changed in the thirty years since I had raced; the length of the pool as well as the individual and relay races remained the same. As she collected her own ribbons, creating memorabilia books of her successes, I truly felt the sadness and loss of not having my ribbons to share with her to compare our accomplishments. If only I had kept the items, had known that one day they would be important to me.
Rod passed at a very young age, and while I was largely alone in widowhood among my peers back then, I have since experienced the inevitable passing of other loved ones and have watched friends lose parents and grandparents as we’ve continued to age. And through all of these experiences, one of the questions I am often asked is what to do with the possessions. This usually leads to the question about time frame. Some of us have the luxury of time, while others have legal or economic constraints that force the grieving process to move too quickly. Despite the good intentions of my family and friends to sort through Rod’s belongings quickly, I was not forced to move, which allowed me to work through my own process in my own time. But what about other families and partners who are not so fortunate? How do we make the right decisions now and leave ourselves time to revisit certain pieces? Does it all have to happen at once? I’ll answer that one now. No, of course not. And as we ourselves age or think about our own legacies, what do we want our families to have and cherish?
In the pages that follow, my hope is to provide you with an understanding of possessions, our relationship with these items, and the importance they have in our lives and the lives of our loved ones. Consider the pages to be a guide in helping you understand the importance of what has influenced you through your interaction with people, your physical and emotional relationship with possessions, and the impact they have on your story. Once you have a better understanding of your relationship to your and your loved ones’ possessions, you’ll be stronger and better equipped to make decisions about them when the time comes. This book will help you explore different life transitions that involve making decisions about possessions, including after a death, when downsizing a home, and when preparing your home and possessions for your own passing. In addition, the guidance you’ll find in these pages will help your own day-to-day life be simpler and less encumbered, creating space for the current and next chapters in your life.
The words and interpretations found in this book are meant to plants seeds, which can blossom when you are ready to start the process of sorting, thinning, and redistributing your or a loved one’s personal possessions.
– Rachel Kodanaz
CHAPTER 1
THE MEANING OF POSSESSIONS
DEFINITION OF POSSESSIONS
Until Rod’s passing, I was unaware of the true significance of a personal possession – something belonging just to you, something that doesn’t have meaning to anyone but you. The night I learned of Rod’s death, I returned home from the hospital to the house we shared as a family. The realization that he was never coming home took my breath away and sent shivers up my spine. In a rage of anger, I grabbed his toothbrush and threw it violently across the room. I was so angry that he had passed, leaving me with such uncertainty. Of course, his untimely death was not his fault. As I sat on the bathroom floor crying, staring at his toothbrush, my mind drifted to the thought, What do I do with his toothbrush?
From that moment forward, everything I touched of his personal possessions, from his socks to his family heirlooms, now became mine. Someday I would have to figure out what to do with everything, but for now, his T-shirt became my pajamas, his briefcase quickly became my daily work bag, and his coffee mug was my morning companion. While I immediately repurposed some of his belongings, the rest would have to wait until I was ready – which could be never.
What I didn’t learn in school, or through my family experiences, or in my short thirty-one years was what happens to a loved one’s belongings when they die. Do you keep these items forever? Are they boxed and placed in the attic? Do you give stuff away? Logically I knew that someday I would need to sort through his drawers, finding a new home for his belongings, but emotionally I was unaware of how one could possibly embrace this endeavor. If I didn’t do it, who would? It would have to be me; I would never allow anyone else to touch his things. Nothing he owned belonged in the trash – not even his toothbrush.
The first lesson Rod’s belongings taught me was that items have both physical and emotional attributes – what we see and what we feel. I needed to embrace the notion that his shirts were more than something he wore to work, his running shoes were more than just a pair of shoes, and his eyeglasses were more than something to help his vision. All of his belongings represented his life, and I wanted to savor the stories and memories each one held for myself, our daughter, friends, and family members.
My challenge was that I didn’t know what to do next. I just wanted to spend time with Rod’s possessions, as they were his things and I wanted to be with him. As I learned about the meaning of possessions, I discovered how intertwined we are with our things and how much comfort they can provide. Who knew his red coat could have provided such warmth and security?