Over a year ago, we moved my mother who has MS and early onset dementia into an Assisted Living Facility. She took with her the bare necessities, clothing, books and photos. The rest of her stuff sat and waited, collecting dust and cockroaches.
This week, I’m down in Florida emptying out my mom’s old home. We had to rent a dumpster ’cause of all the neglected stuff. Valueable items were taken out for storage. The rest, dozens of dishes, pans, comforters, must be pitched or donated.
Today I got rid of a lot of stuff, some posted on freestuff sites, and I cried. A LOT.
I am happy to say the lucky lady who arrived first runs a charity so the items will be going to a good cause. Feels a little better having most items go to a good cause rather than a dumpster.
As the house empties, the stuff going piece by piece, emotions run high. I ain’t gonna lie. It’s hard seeing the emptiness. The house already looks very different without all the stuff. Mom’s old place isn’t mom’s old place any more. The permanence of her being at an Assisted Living is settling in, even though it’s been over a year now.
When all is said and done, mom still has a home, just a little different one, with better care, maids and chefs 24/7. She’s at a better place for her and us. And that’s all that really matters.