My mom was a hoarder. I remember the 20' freezer being full to the top. There were waist-high piles of newspapers and magazines in her bedroom. She was going to go through them and take out interesting articles and make a scrapbook someday. When she was hospitalized for cancer my dad took this opportunity to take truckloads upon truckloads of stuff to the dump. When she was released from the cancer clinic and transfered to hospital for hospice care, dad wouldn't let her go home first or she would have seen what he had done to "keep busy" while she was getting diagnosed. I always think what a shame it was that she couldn't even drive by and say good-bye to her beloved garden.
My brother ended up with the house and that dreaded freezer. She died in 1973 and in 1984 when I visited him I looked in that freezer. There was still stuff in there she had put there.
Knowing how I was raised and how very easy it would be for me to end up the same way, I make sure to have balance in what goes in or out. If three bags come in during a week, three are going out.....be it to Goodwill, recycling or garbage.