I am the POA for my 88yo mom with advanced dementia. I am the one who has had to place her in a memory care facility, sell her car, sell her house, & now figure out what to do with all her possessions. I feel guilty, like a child caught doing something wrong, even though I know that she will never live in her home again. No support from sibs as they are out of town & haven't seen mom in years. Anyone else feel this way?
Notify sibs of when this will take place, tell them they have 30 days to come and help or claim anything special they might remember and desire; and after that date, everything will go.
Then get a big dumpster and start purging. If you want, contact habitat for humanity, veterans association, or church and ask if they want to come and haul what they want away. Then dump the rest. If there are purses, hats, minks, vintage type items, consider taking them to a vintage store or goodwill. Otherwise, do what is easiest for you.
Take some pictures of special or memorable items, even dumb stuff, just for the memory if that might make you feel better or you can reminisce with mom and have some good laughs or talk about the items for fun.
I'm not a collector or keeper, so purging makes me happy. My mom accuses me already of "throwing everything away as junk" when she passes. We are planning to give anything usable away and yes, doing the dumpster thing.
Actually, a few days ago, we took Mom to her house to get her final things (everything else will be disposed of in some manner) and I'd felt bad that we didn't have more time to do it and that I'd rushed her.
Today, she told me she'd woken up at 3:00 a.m. thinking about things she'd forgotten about. I immediately felt guilty and told her I felt bad. I asked her if there were any things that were especially precious to her (I didn't say this to her, but immediately started wondering if someone could somehow stop by to get whatever it was and mail it to us), but she said she really didn't. She said there were things she'd regretted not giving to various people, mainly (she had some coffee she bought for her brother and forgot to give him), but nothing left behind that she cared that much about. She just felt bad that she didn't have us drive by her brother's house to give him that can of coffee and it's weighing on her.
So, your situation is totally different than mine, but my point is that the guilt is probably more yours than from any really good reason. As for her things, she and your siblings had years and years to distribute them. If you are now stuck getting rid of them, feel satisfied that you're doing your best and don't beat up on yourself. It's easy to tell you not to feel guilty, I know, not so easy to do, but it's just stuff and, if no-one previously claimed it, probably not even cherished stuff.
This quote works for me "She put on her big girl bloomers and did what needed to be done. And nobody and no thing could stop her." ~ Queenisms™
the changes that occur are at a moments notice and I agree with problem solving on the run. I also found myself rash judging my siblings just because I was the one not communicating. that has since changed and this has made a huge difference. I am right in the middle of moving mom once again to a board and care as the ALF states she needs the next level of care.....double the cost!!!
Whew! I do have a great resources and moving forward but it can be exhausting best to everyone out there.
I feel your pain and guilt and deal with it every day but Mom is better off in NH than at home by herself. I just have to keep telling myself that.
Take care.
Yep. With every decision I make regarding my dad's life.
You are not alone. I'm not sure we ever stop feeling guilty, but I do think that we, when we are ready, just come to a realization that we are doing what we can to make their lives easier. That point is different for everyone.
After 18 months she still sometimes asks where this or that went, sometimes determined that the house and its contents are still there waiting for her to "get better". If it's at the odd time she's lucid I tell her the truth. If not I fib. Her dementia is at the stage she believes fibs.
But! I feel so wonderful now, knowing my mother is safe, gets her meds, receives constant attention and she is happy to see me again, because I know I did the right thing by her.
Ever so often, I look at her and think "did I do the right thing?" then she asks: "Who are you?" or "Is it time for lunch?" as we are walking away from the breakfast table.
You will be fine, you will start to see proof that you are doing the right thing.
:)