We are working on getting my wife's stuff out

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But wait! I hear you say. Didn't she just die? Yes she did. After Dad died in 1984, Mom was told to go through his stuff and find new places for most of his stuff. His clothes, socks, etc. Mom and I did it. It was hard, but we did it. When Elaine died in 1998, she lived in Houston and I in Austin. Her friend in Houston did some, then got overwhelmed. Viv and I started going down on weekends and we finally got it taken care of. It was hard, but we got it done. Viv didn't even really know her, but I was her friend and she was there for me. When Connie's mom died the following March (1999) Connie was already disabled enough that she couldn't help. Again, Viv and I cleaned out her mother's place... Viv had never had the misfortune of really meeting Connie's mom. It wasn't quite so hard when Mom died since she had already moved out of the 3 bedroom house. She had even moved out of her 1 bedroom apartment in the senior apartments and into half a room in the health care center. It was still hard, but not so much because of the work. When Connie died in 2017 she had most of her stuff gone, but I was still the one who ended up doing it. In her case, most of her stuff was already at my house, but it still took a couple of days to get all her stuff out. However, I'm 5 years older than in 2017, 11 years older than I was in 2010, I'm 22 years older than in 1999 and 23 from 1998 and over 35 years older than when Dad died. And really, this is the first time all the stuff was here - even though Connie's mom had been in the house for 3 days when she passed. So, I'm really glad my sister is here to help. Yesterday we went through most of the food in her "pantry." I put it in quotes because she still had stuff in the "real" pantry, or both of them. One of our friend's said that she'd make a memory quilt if I could find the teeshirts I would like it made from. The roommate also thought that if she would make something like lap quilts for the kids it would be nice... so... I haven't asked yet. Oh, and I've done this on about 3 hours of sleep. Better than the 2 one hour nights that last couple of weeks Viv was in the hospital, the night she coded and then about a week later. The roommate had accidently slammed the 'gate' between the hall and the kitchen and made some kind of exclamation. Both of her parents are older than I am (I'm old enough to be her mother) and neither are in particularly good health. I jumped out of bed to make sure she/they were all right. Despite everything being fine, I couldn't get back to sleep until after 8 a.m. I got up at 10:30 so I would be dressed and ready for my sister. We had worked about 6 hours on Monday and 4 hours today. Honestly, I'm not sure where all I'm going to be putting the trash and recycling we are generating... it's a lot! Have you ever lost anyone? Have you been the one who had to clean up/out their stuff? How did you do? Did you have anyone to help you?