Generational junk dumping

The universe kind of did me a favour here, but not in the best way. My mom was a hoarder. I went through every stage of trying to tidy, sort, help, bribe, plead, and sneak to get shit out of that house, particularly after my dad passed, but I finally realized that it was never going to change. Long story short, but she was finally forced/came to her senses and moved into my sister's house and they were slowly going through and packing up the more important and/or prominent stuff. Some of it had been moved to my sister's house already. Then the house was broken into and ransacked. Nothing we could pinpoint was taken (there was nothing to take anyway), but everything that had been packed was dumped and thrown around, anything unpacked had been flung all over, it was like a bomb went off. Papers, photos, pennies, doll clothes, game pieces, Barbie shoes (any old toys that my sister and I hadn't taken were still there, because Hoarder), balls of yarn, Christmas decorations, kitchen gadgets - just everywhere six inches deep. For many reasons, we just wanted to get everything important out of the house that day, so we spent about twelve hours rapid-fire sorting things into bags and boxes for keeping, garbage bags for things that were meant to be donated (not much, just because there was nothing worth donating), piles of garbage and our respective cars. Now, there is still a lot of disorganized junk in my sister's garage and my mom's storage unit, because once that initial shot of adrenaline and urgency wore off, my mom returned to being indecisive, disiniterested, and unmotivated. But at least there was an initial purge. 3/10, definitely put the pedal to the metal, but not the most emotionally helpful method.