Turning the Page on a Difficult Chapter in My Mom’s Life and Discovering a Glimmer of Hope

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Even though my mom was an organized individual who loved to declutter, there was still a mountain of work ahead of me. When my parents purchased their home 15 years ago, it was a stunning builder’s model, beautifully decorated and furnished. Sadly, my dad passed away soon after, leaving my mom to navigate life on her own, away from her five children. She did incredibly well, building a supportive circle of friends, joining a book club, traveling, playing golf, and visiting her kids a couple of times a year. Meanwhile, I was busy growing my own family and found it tough to visit her, especially in a home where every room led to her swimming pool deck. As a result, I rarely went.

My siblings and I concluded that selling her house furnished would be the best option. I organized the project into three parts: items to donate—filling the garage, things to toss—filling the driveway, and belongings to keep for myself and my siblings—filling five large boxes. I dedicated three 16-hour days to sorting through her possessions.

It was a beautiful, yet painful experience, and I found comfort in the solitude. I went through my parents’ treasures, reminiscing about the art they collected and mourning the closing of a chapter in a story I never anticipated would end. I cherished the framed photos of my mom with my dad, as well as images of me, my siblings, and our families.

Among the items I found was a scrapbook that resembled a brag book for adults. It was filled with our achievements—job promotions, legal victories, and art show invitations. I could picture her proudly sharing it with her friends. On the flip side, I wished my sister could have joined me; it would have made the process easier and filled with laughter and tears.

It was heartbreaking to see the signs of my mom struggling to maintain her independence—the drawers stuffed with books on memory loss, workbooks filled with puzzles, jars of vitamins for brain health, and notes to herself. She’d never confided in us about her struggles, and looking back, we certainly should have noticed.

My brother and I had gifted my mom digital photo frames filled with images of our lives, but they were missing—likely discarded because she couldn’t figure out how to use them. I realized that as her world shrank, she was simplifying her surroundings to manage things more easily. In her kitchen, a large framed whiteboard still had “Tissues” written on it from two visits prior.

As the piles of trash and donation items grew, I carefully selected items to include in the five boxes for my siblings. These were keepsakes too sentimental to give away. I pondered the fate of the family photos we all sent her each year—should I return them to the senders?

Years ago, when my husband’s grandmother passed, my mother-in-law immersed herself in a similar project. She sent me a box containing a Tiffany tulip vase that we had gifted to her grandma ages ago. While it wasn’t my style, I kept it, and it always reminds me of Grandma Rose and her warmth.

Inspired by my mother-in-law, I decided to apply the same principle with the gifts I had given my mom. Being an artsy person, I often sent her handmade items or unique finds from shops. Sometimes, they graced her display, and other times they seemed to vanish. If she didn’t like something, she simply didn’t keep it.

To my delight, I discovered a lovely glass rainbow I had given her shortly after my dad passed. I had hoped it would bring her joy and memories of him, and it seemed to have done just that since it hadn’t ended up in the discard pile like the photo frames and other gifts. I was thrilled to bring the rainbow home, placing it securely in my carry-on bag for safe travel. Now, whenever I see it on my shelf, I think of my mom and smile.

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Summary

As I sorted through my mom’s belongings after her passing, I found a bittersweet mixture of memories and signs of her struggle with independence. While it was a challenging experience, it also offered moments of joy, like rediscovering a glass rainbow I had given her. Through this process, I learned valuable lessons about love, loss, and the importance of keeping memories alive.