A week from today I will be helping my mom start the process of cleaning my grandparents home. We’re just starting with the little things like getting ride of the spices, wiping out the fridge, washing out some cabinets and cleaning out the toiletries.
I’m happy to help my mom but I know this is a project that neither one of us wants to do.
But it has to be done.
I have no idea what I will feel or what it will be like. It will be the first time I’ve been back to the house when neither Grandma or Grandpa will be there. Grandma is gone and Grandpa is in a assisted living facility. We’ve said our good-byes to Grandma in our own ways and mourned our loss deeply but I don’t think we’re done saying good-bye or longing for what once was.
I suspect this will be an ongoing process that we’ll relieve over and over again for a long time to come.
Grandpa will not be sitting in the corner reading the paper or his Wallace Farmer magazines. Grandma will not be sitting in “her” chair plying us with her wonderful cookies.
I guess it’s good to be aware of this before next Sunday but it doesn’t make the task at hand any easier. It’s only the beginning.
How have you dealt with the aftermath after a loved one died?