I must have heard you thinking.
You know, my Mom's passing was not a surprise, she was just shy of her 94th birthday. And she had
Alzheimers, as I think many parents of us here have suffered with. The surprising thing was how she
managed to stay for so many years living with it. What a nightmare it seemed it must have been for her.
Let me tell you a good thing about it. A few days before she passed she had a stroke and/or TIA, and lost the ability to speak intelligibly. The following day we called hospice. The day after they brought in a hospital bed and the rest of their accouterments. She slept in it one night, and passed the next afternoon.
She had been communicating with her aide with hand squeezes, but that afternoon she clearly said "Thank you. I love you" to the aide. Then she said to 'someone', "Just a minute. I'm coming." And then she passed. And yes, she was a life long Follower.
Sooo...after running that house and her affairs/medical/etc from here for so long, that's all changed but not concluded. And after basically not going out of my house for 2 or more years now,
I got to go drive the hwy for 3 hours down-3 back, twice. It's like riding a bike, I guess.
And I brought home more than will fit in my house. I keep telling myself, 'it's only things, only stuff..." but it appears that the housekeeper had helped herself to things she liked right along, and then the dumbest thing happened.
The real estate broker said, 'get what you want, then call a clean out company and go back to your lives, your family.' Ok...except that the clean out guy said everything was going into a dumpster.
That people aren't interested in french provincial or anything else she had which was very nice and in pristine condition. So yeah, it's just 'stuff', but it was pretty stuff. And here were the aides and their families, from Jamaica. So, they had already made quite a few truck pickups. And I thought they were getting more furniture while I came home for Thanksgiving, and when I got back...that's exactly what they had done. I walked into an empty house. I had a pickup arranged with Habitat For Humanity, things set aside for the Woman's Club fundraising sale, things that I hadn't managed to bring myself to take down yet...all gone. I mean my toothbrush and toothpaste were gone! LOL!
The shower curtain, the ceramic light switch plate was loosened but not removed. Don't know how that escaped. The drapes...oh my. Everything but the too old stuff that had reached it's end.
That was still there. I was speechless. Lots of times I'm speechless anyway (would you have guessed that? haha) But not like when you're in shock!
So even if I was raised to value 'things' or the sentimental value of them, and have worked to not ever, ever do that! I'm guessing this is just a part of the overall expression of 'loss' or change or transition. And that's the real reason I'm hanging back. I'm waiting to see what might be either different or a new thing, or what is supposed to come out from this transition.
As far as Christmas goes, we still do Christmas, but with open eyes I think. I was conflicted when I first learned, but feel that the Heart of it for me and my family was and is in the right place. And I first became aware of the Presence with me in a Methodist church too...heehee.
Not that I'd give a nickel for their church politics and policies, but the sign out front didn't stop God, so that's a very good thing.
And even if I'm quiet, I still love you all and think about you with Gratitude and Thankfulness.