Have spent basically every free minute the past few weeks getting my parents' house packed up for their move to be closer to our family. Spending 34 years in one house, and never stopping along the way to declutter or plan for a move means that it's been a colossal challenge. A combination of reminiscing when I stumble upon something from childhood, helping my dad off the ledge when dealing with all the normal stresses of a move(movers, switching utilities, etc.), and dealing head-on with my mom's ALZ(her "packing" has involved boxing up random things together, like toothpaste and bug spray, as well as putting her shoes in Ziploc bags for some reason).
It's been pretty humbling to see just how much they struggle with stuff now, but it's also been pretty cool to see a steady stream of neighbors/friends stopping by to offer help and wish them well as they leave town after 42 years. Glad to have them just down the street from us, for my kids' sake and so we can provide the help they'll obviously need going forward.
Sorry for "sad GYERO", but since it's been occupying every square inch of my brain for the past few weeks, that's what's up.
Also, B. Rax sucks.