Brought a load of boxes home from the storage unit yesterday and went through them with CMM today. It’s emotional for him (killed me to see him throwing out old cards from his daughters but he’s adamant in his stance that he won’t contact them and doesn’t want me to contact them after his death. I think he’s so hurt by their rejection that he’s just pushed them away; this might have to do with unresolved trauma around his own parents sudden deaths when he was a teen.) Still he managed to throw out a bunch of crap and make a few boxes to donate. A couple more days like this and we will have it emptied out. The boxes he will have left will fit into my garage.