Today is my dad's birthday. He would have been 99. Happy Birthday Dad! (Coincidentally, I had just recently received a copy of his birth certificate in the mail...I'm trying to do some family history work).
See, one result of the clutter is that there is just so much stuff that it all can't be kept track of. When there's too much to manage, history, meaning, is lost. I'm sure there were many memories, family history, special mementoes in that garage of my dad's, but we'll never really know their story.
Love you dad!