I've just spent all day talking with an auction house about items of my brother's which I am selling. I'm exhausted, but the two people were pleasant and the relief to have the items in their hands instead of in mine is great. They knew how to be professional and friendly while conveying confidentiality and emanating trust. Good job all round.
I told my son afterward that I hoped my brother enjoyed the buying and owning of these things, but my having them would not have the same effect on me, because I have no history or memories to associate with the items. So maybe the new owners will have a thrill, as undoubtedly my brother did, and have pleasure in looking at them and using them. I will take some of the money and donate a scholarship or something in my brother's name, perhaps something musical as he loved classical music and opera. The items for me are painful, but a gift in his name would be a good feeling.
I cannot make my brother's gift to me into a joyous event. I understand that he could not imagine that, as they were treasures to him. All I can do is send them on the road to please strangers. This is the truth.
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