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I've just spent some time going through some of the stuff I brought from my parents' house. Most of it is simply photos, I managed to save very little else as I had some thought that I would be able to get mementos etc from the house after the will was sorted out (at the very least). Well, I was wrong and so all I really have are the photos I was able to find before the Evil Bitch changed the locks and subsequently emptied and sold the house.

It was something I had been putting off doing as I knew it would upset me to see old photos of family members from several generations, to look at photos and realise that of all the people in the photo I am the only one left. I found old holiday snaps, of myself and my parents before my sister was born, then photos including my sister, and then photos of my parents on some of their cruises and other holidays to far flung locations. I had indescribable feelings on opening up a box with large portrait photos of my parent from only a few years ago and looking once more into their eyes.

I need to not dwell on the past but I think I am entitled to being a bit upset today.