On the need to downsize

My father died nearly 3 years ago, leaving me with a basement full of woodworking tools and partially completed projects. I got up this morning determined to finally tackle the mess. It is so overwhelming, that after working all morning, I am now setting up a blog....something else I've been wanting to do for 3 years, that somehow seems less daunting than returning to the basement.
I have experienced a wide range of emotions while wading through this debris. I have sorted through boxes of wood...some of it I know is hardwood which might be valuable to someone, but many pieces are small or hacked into. There are jars of small wooden pieces for craft projects, wrinkled and warped patterns, worn out tools, scraps of plastic and rubber....an unbelieveable assortment. My emotions are just as assorted.
"Dad...how could you leave me with this mess?"
"Ah, I miss my father....he was a creative character."
"Oh, here is something I should save for my grandchildren."
"Forgive me, Dad, but I'm going to trash this!"
"Is is possible that I will live long enough to clean up after my parents, my in-laws AND myself?"
My plan for the next 20 or so years, would be to downsize and downsize, so that when I die, I can pull the hole in after me. That is, of course, my PLAN, and we all know about plans.