What goes around, comes around. And, when it did, it was as bad as I feared. I spent years avoiding and ignoring. Now the mess is mine. As my family and I sort through, discard and set items aside for sale we strive to remember this: my mom was 87 when she passed last month (A month ago today 5/6/10). For most of her life she was in check. For the past 13 years she went off the reservation. In the end, she spent the last 6 months of her life in my home in hospice. Safe, clean, fed, loved, surrounded by family with no mess, stench, mold, stuff. In the end we built an inestimable memory of her. Now as we do what we must do, we strive to remember her as she finally was in our home.
Then there is the journey with my Auntie and her massive hoard, her dementia and her passing. The processing of these two women’s lives is unfinished in our minds and hearts. Such is life….the ongoing journey to understand.
This blog is an effort to share some stories that may resonate, provide solace to us, and give others courage to endure, confront and understand.