De-junking - a clutterbug's worse nightmare

My older sister is the prime example of organization.  She got so much of that characteristic, that there wasn't any left for me by the time I came around.  It caused a few nasty arguments when we were young and now I admire her more than she will ever know.  It could be the disagreements were the result of sharing a bedroom.  It could be that I was just simply not interested.  Then the passing of the years changed my priorities a bit and I soon found out that it was terribly difficult to clean house when it was full of clutter.  Sis had a very large family.  She, luckily, kept up her talents of organizing and it still amazes me how she manages to do all that she does.  
My sister and her husband were gone for a few years managing a ranch out west and recently returned home.  They were always great at food storage, much of which she canned and preserved from the garden she grew, along with the bargains over the years that paid them well in savings.  She was an expert at knowing how to grow, hunt, fish, store and preserve for her family.  She stored wheat, canned fish and meat along with fruits and vegetables.  She was a very good "back to basics" teacher for me.  Now she is trying to get back to organizing all that storage and we have been communicating about the large task at hand.
I have appreciated hearing from her, sharing ideas, and the smiles and warm fuzzy feelings have been wonderful.  The internet makes it so easy to feel close to family.  We can't talk on the phone any longer.  She has lost her hearing.  But I can almost hear her laughing through the emails.    I had to adapt to the idea that she was out on the ranch herding cows, running the fences, helping with the calving, getting kicked by the bulls, and doing all that rough, tough work on the ranch.  I'm not comfortable with horses and she was spending her days riding them.  I wondered how in the world she could do all that.  Now she's back in the saddle riding herd over the clutter.
What a mentor.  What a great sister.  I have other siblings.  They all have greatness in them.  Maybe because we all had the same oldest sister to help us on our way.  I love ya, Sis!