Old lady

No matter what the good intentions are I just can’t seem to write a few lines for this blog. Its not that I am not interested dear reader, oh no, its just laziness. I also intended to write the lyrics for a great song but I didn’t get that together this year either. Any how enough of the apologies here is the latest instalment.

My mum told me the saddest of thing the other week so I will share it with you.

My older sister has been helping her mother in law find a nursing home. She is elderly and the large family home she has lived in since the 1960s was beyond her capabilities. The move to a nursing home puts constraints on what you can take with you. So a life time of accumulated possessions had to be divided and distilled.

The old lady would offer each item to my sister and cry at the loss. The accumulation of a life’s work being packed away never to be used. Wedding presents put away for the grandchildren that haven’t got married, times change. Items of such significants of no worth or use. How to cram the memories spread through the large hose into a small room at some institution.

Aren’t we supposed to die and then the relatives pack up our stuff for us and isn’t it them who are supposed to shed the tears?

Love