Hello you lovely, amazing group of people!!!
I'm sorry not to post back sooner. Thank you so much to you all for your support and making me realise it's not just me that's going through this and that it is truly an emotional roller-coaster because of all the memories items and homes evoke. My heart goes out to you all, your stories brought me to tears, particularly Jack and those morning cups going from two to one.
I've put my big girl pants on (as suggested
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), and inventoried everything, taken photos, researched online and discovered my lovely Mum has some lovely china items that are worth going to auction. As suggested, I found it comforting to look at this process as passing on items to be loved and appreciated by others who can now care for them and get pleasure from owning such items.
Inspired by the ties being given to a college, I've given all the 1960's handbags to a second-hand shop set-up by a group of textile students focusing on 1960's items for resale.
For me it was the guilt tied-up with doing this that floored me, and as many of you suggested, I was also expecting Mum to turn-up any moment and say "What are you doing with my things?" even though she was tucked-up and well cared for in her care home and has long since lost an attachment to where she used to live, never mind items she used to own and carefully treasured. My Mum does still know the "family" house where we grew-up as children but she and Dad sold 30 plus years ago and when we drive passed she always says cheerfully "I used to live there ...!". She says it, not with regret, but just very matter of fact as if pointing it out to someone new who never knew she lived there. And then that moment is gone. Meanwhile my brain, whilst driving the car, is remembering the kitchen and Mum teaching me to bake cakes, doing the Christmas cake, Christmas dinners for 20 plus family guests. In her head, that moment has gone and she's focusing on people she's sees from the car saying "I know him / her / them". She doesn't know them of course, but it's an interesting feature with Mum's flavour of AZ and I just go with it.
I've discovered something else that made selling her things, that initially totally floored me and that comes with middle stage Alzheimer's, there are momentary glimmers of their passed life and the sudden recognition that they know who you are that come to the forefront and you then wonder if the diagnosis is wrong and perhaps a momentary questioning yourself that putting your loved one in a care home was the wrong thing to do even though you know that they so need 24/7 care when suffering with AZ that you can't give them.
All your positive posts have also helped me with this too. I'm just looking at this as a lovely thing that happens just every once in a while where Mum's neurons momentarily connect, and my Mum remembers me and uses my name and it's something to treasure for that moment. Five minutes later she's back to calling me "Mum" and asking whilst we drive back to the care home "Where are we going Mum? Why are you taking me there?" and then when we get to the care home "I don't want to be here Mum, I want to go home with you!".
It's a horrible disease. For those supporting loved ones, it's hard to witness them going this. The only comfort I find is that Mum is having a ball in her care home, whilst it comes at a crazy financial cost to her as she's privately funding, and I wish the government would do something about this as care home fees for Alzheimer's patients (as normal care homes refuse to accept them) is bordering on absolutely extortionate, I know she's loved by the care team that support her many of whom are young and on a minimum wage.
Once again, my grateful thanks to all of you wonderful kind, caring, loving and thoughtful people for sharing your experiences with me and helping me get through this. I couldn't have got through this without you.
Thank you!