A Hard Day's Move

My MOM We moved my Mom yesterday out of her home, to live with my brother in Herriman. It was harder than I thought it would be. We spent the days prior to her move going through her possessions', basically her life. Each time she has moved she has down sized but this was more drastic. She is no longer in her own home. She no longer has her own kitchen filled with gadgets and pans and bowls that remind me of my childhood. She is not longer a block away. She will now lives across the valley....it's a long ways away. She has a lovely room there with a nice bathroom and a giant walk in closet.

Maybe next time I go out there it will feel different then it did last night. I felt like I was leaving a child in a foreign country and wouldn't see them again for a long time. Heather and I cried most of the way home. She's so small and frail and bent over and a little disoriented and maybe even scarred. She started trying to feel at home by trying to decide what wall she would put her cherished photos of her kids...(10 large photos) alarming my sister in law, but I think it was her way of coping with the move. She always looks for the good in situations. (and moves)!

She leaves a lot of wonderful friends who promised to drive out and see her (do they know how far Herriman is?? My guess is no) They all love her and really will miss her there in the neighborhood. It didn't seem as far as I'd remembered on the drive home.....I think part of all this is that I'm used to her calls for a little help. I didn't mind, I love her. I have to say I'm glad she won't be alone at night. But I'm selfish and wish she were still in her own place. With her own kitchen. With all her photos and journals and books and watching "Golden Girls" I know life is a constant change, but this is a hard one for me.