It has been another emotional week. We have been going through mom's things so our youngest sister will have room in her new one bedroom apartment. It's been draining to say the least. We've come across so many items that hold special memories for us: the little red wooden birds that mom had hanging over the dining room archway when we were growing up, small date books that she used as a kind of journal or diary, the beautiful glassware she had received as a wedding gift, jewelry daddy had given her on special occasions, and so much more. And of course we had to stop what we were working on to talk about each item, making a long hard job much longer and harder.
But the end is in sight. Boxes of books are packed, fragile glassware is wrapped and lovingly placed in sturdy cartons, clothes are folded in large plastic tubs, still on the hanger and waiting to be rehung in their new closet, and newspaper and magazine subscriptions have been changed or cancelled.
Of course we've also visited mom, and this naturally intensifies the already emotional project. Mom is always so happy to see us, but it's hard to visit for long as she tires so easily. She has had many visitors and is receiving cards from friends unable to travel to see her. Several people have brought her small bouquets of flowers so her room is quite cheery. We have hung a small bird feeder right outside her window, and she is treated to many hours of our pretty little feathered friends showing off their bright yellow or red or rust colored clothing.
I'm off off to pick up Lois and head to the nursing home to say hi to mom. Then we're going to the new apartment where we hope to find that the painters have finished their job and we can begin to put things in the cupboards and empty some of the boxes we have already hauled over there. We will have a busy day. And it's going to rain.