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Mom's memorial (short on details)
Today was my mother's memorial at Riverview. About 35 people showed up to have coffee and cake and talk about the impact she'd had on their lives. More later, when I'm up to it, including the How The Catering Company Screwed Us Over anecdote.
Tomorrow I'll be spending all day at my mother's apartment -- taking down blinds, throwing things away, sorting things out to be packaged up as soon as we get some boxes. There's also a person from Two Small Men With Big Hearts coming by at 11 am to give me an on-site estimate for moving my mom's stuff... which it now looks like we'll be transferring to a storage facility, at least for a month or so. You would not believe how much stress THAT decision removed from my life. Apparently the thought of dealing with moving her stuff into our space was more distressing to me than I'd realized. (The major downside to this plan is that Terri and Roger, who have been absolutely wonderful in helping me out, won't get their share of my mother's furniture right away and will have to arrange a truck to get it from the storage depot to their house. I feel very bad about this, but at the moment I just can't handle the logistics of a big move to multiple locations. My processing circuits are well and truly fried... and the amount of money the moving companies were going to charge us for moving to multiple locations was truly appalling... so it just doesn't look like it was in the cards. I know this is a big disappointment to Terri and Roger, and just hope that I won't lose their friendship over this...)
Tomorrow in the early morning George gets to make some phone calls to storage facilities to get prices while I'm on my way to my mother's, and then we make a decision (quickly) about who'll be moving the stuff and to where. Note to self: make a comprehensive inventory of what's being moved so we can make sure it all comes back out of the storage facility as loaded in (thanks, Terri, for the tip!).
Tomorrow I also have to make a whole bunch of phone calls cancelling my mother's stuff -- credit cards, utilities, and so forth. Sad work, but it needs to be done, and I'm actually feeling strong enough to contemplate doing it. I'm not sure how I'll handle being all alone in my mother's space, since on previous visits since her death I'd had someone with me. It might be very rough. Or, given the energy in her apartment, it might be relatively easy. I'm trying not to get upset about it in advance.
Now off to bed, since tomorrow morning's wakeup time will come awfully early.
Tomorrow I'll be spending all day at my mother's apartment -- taking down blinds, throwing things away, sorting things out to be packaged up as soon as we get some boxes. There's also a person from Two Small Men With Big Hearts coming by at 11 am to give me an on-site estimate for moving my mom's stuff... which it now looks like we'll be transferring to a storage facility, at least for a month or so. You would not believe how much stress THAT decision removed from my life. Apparently the thought of dealing with moving her stuff into our space was more distressing to me than I'd realized. (The major downside to this plan is that Terri and Roger, who have been absolutely wonderful in helping me out, won't get their share of my mother's furniture right away and will have to arrange a truck to get it from the storage depot to their house. I feel very bad about this, but at the moment I just can't handle the logistics of a big move to multiple locations. My processing circuits are well and truly fried... and the amount of money the moving companies were going to charge us for moving to multiple locations was truly appalling... so it just doesn't look like it was in the cards. I know this is a big disappointment to Terri and Roger, and just hope that I won't lose their friendship over this...)
Tomorrow in the early morning George gets to make some phone calls to storage facilities to get prices while I'm on my way to my mother's, and then we make a decision (quickly) about who'll be moving the stuff and to where. Note to self: make a comprehensive inventory of what's being moved so we can make sure it all comes back out of the storage facility as loaded in (thanks, Terri, for the tip!).
Tomorrow I also have to make a whole bunch of phone calls cancelling my mother's stuff -- credit cards, utilities, and so forth. Sad work, but it needs to be done, and I'm actually feeling strong enough to contemplate doing it. I'm not sure how I'll handle being all alone in my mother's space, since on previous visits since her death I'd had someone with me. It might be very rough. Or, given the energy in her apartment, it might be relatively easy. I'm trying not to get upset about it in advance.
Now off to bed, since tomorrow morning's wakeup time will come awfully early.