Decluttering

With a few days off from work, we decided to organize and de-clutter 2 rooms in the house. First was organizing the boys room - mostly my son's toy bins (yes that's plural) which have gotten out of hand and he just has too many toys...  My husband likes organization and he couldn't stand the toy bins anymore. I'm talking about those big plastic tote bins 30 to 50 gal, large size. He has 2 of them in the closet. Well, he HAD 2 bins.  We bought a big 3 drawer organizer and a smaller one with 4 drawers. I'm proud of my son for actually throwing away things while organizing his toys. It's very hard for me because I associate memories with each thing. I remember when he was 5 and who gave it to him. I remember that my aunt or grandma who passed away, gave him that "thing" and we should keep it, just for that reason.
Once that task was completed, we all felt better, accomplished is the word.
So with organization running through my mind, I began the more difficult task of straightening our "extra" room. We use it for an extra dresser, a game system and my desk with a desktop computer on it. We also have an extra small dinner table and 4 chairs in there with small table top games on it, and a small keyboard.  anyhoo....  I finally figured out what we can really do with the items in there and started shifting things around. Moved a dresser in our bedroom and shifted the small table top game table over to the wall. (It was in the middle of the room).  Then we shifted another dresser to a wall in there. Now you can actually walk into the room and see the floor. Amazing.  My husband had the idea that it could be a study area for the boys, so we will get rid of the computer, and clear the desk and make a study area with a calendar to help them organize their month. We got another 4 drawer organizer and I will have to sift through ALOT of papers and piles and pictures so determine what to keep. Well.....
As I began this sorting and sifting through papers, I was slammed with memories of my grandma and aunt. There were cards to my son from Grandma. She liked sending him cards with a coin or a dollar in it. She knew he would enjoy it, and it brought her pleasure to see him happy. I suddenly realized it was really hard to get rid of things for me. I'm attached to them. Even a little slip of paper she may have written a note to me on, I couldn't bear to throw it out. Not yet....
Today I'm left with these waves of grief again...