I sit here in my mother’s house, alone. She is 92 and living with my brother, his wife and 2 young children. Mom has dementia.
Today we will start to clean out the years and years of stuff she has collected. Mom collected things – nothing of any value to anyone except her. She loved her stuff.
Mom loves her family and kept them close with pictures.
Where Mom is a collector, I am not. I don’t like clutter. Everything in its place. If you use something put it back where it belongs. I need the bed made (sheets pulled tight) everyday. If I were rich and had a maid I would have clean sheets everyday.
I am not nostalgic looking at this task. This was not my home. Mom and Dad bought it for their old age. Dad has been gone more than 20 years, she lived here alone until last year.
It is a daunting task. My brother is coming to help but he has his to do list as well.
So as I sit here, I wonder, where do I begin?
I guess I will have some more coffee and read another chapter in my book.
Enjoy your day!