A death.... Endless, emotional reminders and minutiae....And one proud outcome.
One cannot imagine the all-consuming tasks involved in handling the affairs of one deceased parent, while desperately coping with the adjustment of the other, mentally challenged parent to a new environment.
Above all that--the unending phone calls, and meetings with banks, lawyers, real estate agents, credit card companies, doctors, nurses, social workers, former employers, and US government assistance programs-- how do you accept the fact that you have in effect lost both parents?
How do you slow yourself down enough to reflect, to remember...to mourn?
How do you sort through of 50 years worth of "things', some of it sentimental junk, most of it too big to move, and then explain to your mother why she can't go home? That she will never go home again? And, finally, to realize that she doesn't remember it all so well?
At least one completed task will turn out well.
My father had a car. I could have sold the car, but I sought to dispose of it quickly.
We found a web site called Cars Helping Pets.
I sent an e-mail. Scheduled the car for towing. Removed the pathetic items that remained from their last ill-fated road trip. Took off the license plates and readied the deed for transfer. And watched the old Impala disappear down the street where I grew up.
The process was easy. And, hopefully, the reward will be close to my heart.
The Cars Helping Pets web site explains: