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“Unlocking the Secrets of the 8th House: What Inherited Mysteries Await Beyond the Grave?”

Added on December 22, 2024 inASTROLOGY CARDS

My husband recently faced the tough loss of his mother, and as I watch him sort through her belongings—a task made even more poignant by the fact that her possessions are few—I can’t help but wonder: what do we really leave behind? After fifteen years in assisted living, her treasures bear stories only she knew, and now he’s left to piece together the enigmatic puzzle of her life. From letters filled with love and warmth to a perplexing newborn onesie that seems as fresh as a daisy—where did it come from? It’s moments like these that stir memories and provoke questions about what objects hold significance and why we cling to them. As his grief entwines with the act of sorting, I’m reminded of the universal challenge faced when a loved one departs: how do we choose what to keep, cherish, or let go? If you’ve ever been on the front lines of sorting through someone else’s life, you’ll know it’s not just about “stuff;” it’s about memories, legacies, and sometimes, a bit of mystery. LEARN MORE.

dog loveMy husband lost his mother, a little more than a week ago. I am watching him go through her things.  She has very little as she’s been in assisted living for fifteen years or so. It follows that what she has left is/was of great importance to her, though this may be imagined.

I say that because her belongings have been sorted and discarded by various family members, over the years. At some point, they would be making the call as to what matters?

Anyway, my husband is pouring through what remains after all rounds the of purging.  Like I mentioned, she kept all the letters I sent her, over the years.  But she has some mystery items too… case in point, there is a onesie (for a newborn). It’s looks new, or maybe it might have been worn once?  It looks, laundered with softener, is what I want to say. It looks fresh and perfect but with no price tag attached.

My husband has no clue where she got it, if she’s had it, if it’s old or new… why does she have it?  He can’t ask of course. But this is what I’m talking about.  He’s sorting.

Marys dollThat gal who died of Cancer, Mary?  The one I visited as she was dying?  She pared her stuff down to a rosary and a doll her mother gave her when she was a girl.  That’s her doll, pictured.

She also had a neat stack of necessary papers.  That’s it.

I was inspired by her and would like to do the same, but my husband is totally against it.  He says it’s our kid’s problem and that’s how life works!  “I am getting rid of exactly, nothing!”

I had to clean out, Henry’s stuff, when he died. I was very young. I don’t like to think about it, to this day. But I have kept some of his stuff for decades.

While this is work, sorting her belongings seems to be helping my husband process his loss.  His mother was quintessentially, herself, meaning her strong character, was recognizable at every age.  Her principles were consistent throughout her life.

For example, she loved animals of all kinds… hence when he came across her pink dog sweatshirt, it is so like her, he gave it to me, rather than donate it to a stranger.

It sounds stupid, but she dressed with flair. Dog sweatshirt makes it sound otherwise, but I’m telling you, she always looked, nice, and also bright and happy.  Can you see why he would not want to lose that from his life?

I can. I did not want to lose, Henry’s wisdom, so I kept it. I kept the hard carbon copies of every letter he ever wrote over more than fifty years.

Goods of the dead are under the purview of the 8th house… and Scorpio, by extension.  My husband has a Scorpio moon (rules the mother). I guess this might explain why we’re so calm.

Have you ever been on the front line, to sort through a loved one’s things?

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