A couple of weeks ago we had an opportunity to be in the area of her home for an extended period of time. My fellow was asked by his nephew to help out in his new plumbing company. This area is in the middle of an oilfield boom and our nephew was overwhelmed with new contracts and numerous requests for plumbers. Great news for our nephew and a brand new company! My fellow was a plumber prior to entering law enforcement so we packed our panties and moved into a sorta apartment in the rear of the Plumbing Business. This gave my fellow an opportunity to help out with his nephew and work with his brother who is also a plumber with the company (my momma-in-law also works here). It also gave me a chance to travel each day to my mothers and start on her house. I refused any help from paid companies (she can't afford it) or help from the locals (I was too embarrassed for anyone to view her home). I just kept my head down and brought rolls of huge trash bags and started picking and throwing. I started with the living room and two pickup loads of trash later, I found her living room. I spent the week just cleaning and making numerous trips to the town's dumpsters. They have 11 dumpsters in this small town, not 10 or 12 but 11, all lined up on a vacant lot!!!. I don't know why in all the clutter and mayhem this bothered me. OCD????? LOL! I will not bore anyone with the number of trash bags I used or the trips to the dumpsters but by the weekend I had things kinda under control. It is also so confusing as to what she stored or kept. I didn't take but two pictures mainly because I didn't wish for the memories. I found boxes and boxes of broken and bald dolls, broken toys (damaged beyond repair), over 10 boxes of different coffee cups (some broken and wrapped carefully awaiting repair), broken furniture that was also beyond repair. I found boxes of items from my youth and boxes of items that must have come from numerous garage sales packed in the same boxes. And that is just the tip of the iceberg on the items I found. She was unable mentally to throw anything away even shattered glassware. She was never able to obtain the power of clearing out and cleansing.
My fellow was able to help me over the weekend and he completed the cleaning of items I just couldn't face. We packed dishes and items that we thought might sell. When faced with so much, it overcame me and not sure if I made the correct decisions but it's done. We filled our horse trailer (I know horse trailer, it's a Texas thing, we all have one and it's perfect for moving) with everything. I just needed to return on Monday with more boxes to finish packing and to clean out 4 filling cabinets of paperwork.
By the time I finished with this week and a half I had turned my ankle (hole near dumpsters) skinned my palm and knee (fell in hole near dumpsters when I turned my ankle) and caused a huge hematoma on the knuckle of my right hand. (Bungee cord snapped back on my knuckle trying to strap down several trunks in trailer)
I always wish to hear the moral of the story or the happy ending but not sure what it is here. Maybe clean out all your junk and give your children or grandchildren your treasures so they don't have to go though what we have gone though and you get to see their faces when they received the treasured items. I do still remind myself that my Fellow and I are doing the right thing, we might not make the right decisions when we look back but we are making the best decisions that we can today. I am so surprised at my strength in sharing this post but I have had such a positive and supportive response from my readers on my posts on Alzheimers and I am sure I am not alone in dealing with hoarding issues.