The Talk

We were shaking in our boots today. This was the day we were going to have the talk with Mom about selling the house. Mom has been very clear that she wanted to stay in her house *forever*, and she began making that proclamation about 25 years ago, when there were no issues on the table. Fast forward to March 2007, when she had a mild stroke, that seemed to trigger first severe memory loss, which subsided to intermittent bouts of not being in the here & now. With a long list of chronics, it was clear that it was no longer wise to live at home alone, and the Doctor would ONLY release her to a care facility. Mom snapped into a lucidity I’d never seen before when she spent that day trying to fight that order to a care facility. We even tried playing the “this is what we need to do for now” card– Mom said- oh no– people go into those places, and do not get out. She knew.

Fast forward to a year later. We had let the house sit empty for a year, just to wait and see how things went, and because, frankly, no one wanted to rock her boat. She’d had enough trauma.

The cash flow situation demanded we sell her place, and it’s not good for a house to sit empty.

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