I have watched my Mother move gracefully through the stages of her life. The stage I am referring to today is living life as health allows.
Mom was 88 on her last birthday. Her body is failing her due to time, gravity, and the effects of MS. Mom is still emotionally sharp, mentally engaging, and excited about life. She has friends although she admits they are getting younger as she gets older and out lives the friends that are her age.
Fifteen years ago she moved from the house she and Daddy loved to a single bedroom apartment. She fell in love with her new neighbors and was welcomed into a small community that grew to have potluck dinners together, celebrate birthdays and anniversaries, shared the bounty of their gardens, and experienced the ups and downs that life delivers with each other. Now she is entering the next phase, she is moving in with my newly retired brother. This could be quite a commitment for Jim as well as Mom, the bachelor and batchelorette.
Mom is moving three states away. Her new home will be in the same town as one of her granddaughters and two great granddaughters. What is my point? Mom has started to get rid of furniture and is going through life’s memories. She is so funny she calls and says, “Where did all this stuff came from, I can’t believe it!” When I said, “Mom you’re a pack rat what did you expect?” “Well” she says, “you never know when some of these things might come in handy.”
My mother has lived her life with amazing grace and dignity, I am honored to be a part of her journey. It is difficult to get rid of the “stuff” and consolidate from the years so many of life's memories and dreams were created.
As I go through my life I find I have attachment and resistance to getting rid of some things but a devil may care attitude about releasing others. In the end, which is the difficult mind set to get to, we all come to realize that if we have each other we are truly blessed.