For the past several weekends we (Camp, my uncle, and my siblings, and I) have been cleaning out my grandmother, Mimi's, house. Cleaning out a house, that my grandfather built, where my grandmother lived for 50+ years is a big job, and it’s not even over yet. Her house is officially closing next week and we are having a sale for the remaining items this weekend. To say this process has been exhausting both mentally and physically is an understatement. I am honestly very thankful that we are doing this move and clean out while she is alive; I can’t imagine how much harder it would be to do later.
There have been more memories at her house than I could possibly ever list here, but it’s where I grew up; it’s where my grandpa built a treehouse in the backyard for me; it’s where I had my wedding reception 4 years ago; it’s where we spent countless Thanksgivings and Christmas holidays, and it’s where thousands of other memories live. I have been through so many emotions from crying to happy and then back to sad. I think we all knew the time would come eventually where she could not live alone anymore, but that doesn’t make it any less emotional.
It is the safest thing for Mimi to go and live in a retirement community. She has had two accidents within the past 6 months and the latest one caused her to break her shoulder. After much convincing from the family, she finally decided that it was probably safer for her to not live alone any more. I know it’s going to be a huge adjustment for her, but my grandmother has such a strong will to live. She is one of the strongest women I know. She has gone through so much over the past 10 years, including my grandfather and my mother's passing. Through it all she has never lost her spirit or her positive attitude. No one can believe that she is 92, and I sometimes can’t either. My husband says that I have a lot of traits like Mimi, and I take that as a huge compliment. I only hope that I can live my life as well as she has, but I have a very long way to go.
I truly believe that she has lived so long because of her attitude and her strong will. She keeps herself as active as possible and she has more friends than I would ever know how to keep up with, but she has built all of these friendships through years and years of parties, bridge clubs, book clubs, sewing clubs, church, and the list goes on.
I know that my whole family will mourn the loss of her house, but it’s time for a new chapter to begin, and I want to continue to make as many more memories as possible.