It's difficult, I know...but such a relief when it is finally done.

You sound cold. I talk to the photos of my parents every day. Just today I said good morning and I love you to them. And when I got home, I said goodnight to my parents. I blow them kisses, kiss their photos, and have dreams and waking dreams of them.


And? Your parents are dead goddammit.

I remember how hard that is!

Not only do you need not to, you shouldn't. When I went through the same thing, it hurt like Hell- but I know my parents, and for all their flaws, they wouldn't want me to suffer from feeling my own imperfections. Neither would yours.

Their souls won’t be at peace if new owners had to disrespect or tear apart the house

That's not easy. 20 years ago my siblings and I cleared my mum's flat after she passed away. A lot of nostalgia and reminiscing.

Sorry for your loss!
But life goes on

Not an easy process I know from a couple of recent experiences myself.
No judgement, just typical British motorways.