So mum has been in the care home six weeks, and it’s been confirmed that it’s permanent. She is a tiny bit more settled so I should be feeling a little better myself...however...her house. It belongs to the housing association so we have given notice. She has been there 53 years, I grew up there. So now I am clearing out, packing up, selling, giving to charity, giving away....all her things. It feels horrible. I feel horrible. She is still alive and I am erasing her existence. The home have been great and said some of her things can go in her room....but not 53 years worth. Things she worked hard for, memories, things she loved. I’m an only child so I knew one day I would be doing this but somehow it would seem okay if she had passed away. I feel bad saying that.
And then, when the day comes that she does leave this earth....her life will take an hour to pack up from her room at the care home...a couple of bin bags. It’s just not sitting right. I feel like I am deceiving her as she will have no thoughts that the house needs clearing out and the huge task that it is. It would break her heart to watch. It’s breaking mine. is it just me??
And then, when the day comes that she does leave this earth....her life will take an hour to pack up from her room at the care home...a couple of bin bags. It’s just not sitting right. I feel like I am deceiving her as she will have no thoughts that the house needs clearing out and the huge task that it is. It would break her heart to watch. It’s breaking mine. is it just me??