Grandma's stuff

This is another post sans-spell check. And with a headache for added... stuff...

My grandma has had a fall. And then another one that broke her hip. Her memory has been going downhill for a while. She's now in a home-place where she'll get more personal contact and someone else will take care of her meals. I don't know if it's really happy there. In some ways it's probably an even more reminder of the end of the line. Getting old sucks. But it's something that not everyone is able to do.

I have guilt about not seeing her more.

That should be easy to fix, yet somehow it feels difficult.

Her house is being sold. Of course there's not enough room at her new place for all her things, so the family is dividing up what's in the house and planning on selling the rest.

It feels so.... shitty. It's like she is dead and we're cleaning out her place. I don't know how to reconcil that.



As I get older, I think that I need to plan to have less and less things. Not including lego of course. Each year I can try to get rid of a percentage of stuff. 10%? 15%? As long as the things going out is greater than what's coming in, it should be okay. Eventually you can get down to just what can fit into a room and a closet. Realistically that's probably enough stuff for someone. And that way if when you need to move somewhere to get more care, all you need is a room. And another room for the lego of course.