It is the end of an era, officially. Today my brother moved my mom out of her house and she will most likely never return. It was hard not to cry as I put her into my niece's VW (which used to be my mom's). I kissed her goodbye knowing I would see her soon but things were never going to be the same again. She understood what was happening and cried as I shut the door on her. She has moments of complete vacancy and those moments happen more often and for longer periods of time. It is becoming more and more difficult to talk to her. I had wanted to ask her some questions and video tape her answers last summer but put it off to this summer and realized that it was too late.
I spent the afternoon cleaning up after the move. I cleaned out the den where my mom had lived for the past few months and moved the couch back after vacuuming. Then I started going thru some drawers in the dining room and cleaning out a cabinet in the kitchen. I've got 3 weeks to sort through everything; pack what I want, sell what is valuable or donate. I have to be honest though... one of the first things I did after she left was go swimming with Balt and then both of us came inside the house dripping wet. I've never been able to do that before!. I later sent her a photo of Balt on her couch just to tease her a bit.
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