Dementia

The last two years of my father’s life were, to put it mildly, interesting.  I moved him to a new city and state, getting him close so that I could keep an eye on him.  You see he was already suffering from dementia, a realization I came to after he had forty thousand dollars stolen from him. That’s right. $40,000.  The old Canadian lottery scam. The day the promised million dollar check was not delivered, Dad called and said, “Karen, I think I made a little mistake.” Quite a large mistake, actually. He moved into a senior adult independent living apartment a couple miles from my house.  I managed his finances and medical issues, while he simply relaxed and enjoyed the fellowship and activities.  He was content and happy…that is, until he...

Decluttering

Every progress report my two grown children ever brought home from school, kindergarten through twelfth grade. Newspaper articles listing  students who made the honor roll. Forty-year-old resumes. Texts from every CPE course I’ve taken for the past fifteen years. Old financial records.  Lots and lots of financial records. Computer diskettes containing God only knows what.  I haven’t had a computer equipped to look at them in years. Every piece of artwork my children ever did. My dad’s old financial records.  He has been dead since 2008. Stacks of old mail that belonged to that same dad. Really ugly paintings from an art class I took six years ago. Many small stuffed Santas, elves and reindeer given to my children when they were little and unused...