I had a very interesting weekend recently. I went to Dallas, Texas, and met up with my three sisters to clean out the house of my second cousin, who died earlier this year at the age of 77. She was a wonderful, faithful, PC(USA) woman who has always been kind to us, but who had no other close living relatives. My older sister is the executor of her estate.
Last Fall, I went to visit her at her assisted living community. We had a raucous time playing bingo with a few of her rowdy friends. Our table embarrassingly won 5 of the 7 games played that day. We laughed hysterically. It was a good time. Her health declined considerably soon thereafter.
This visit was no laughing matter. This wonderful woman was a bit of a hoarder (15 calculators, hundreds and hundreds of greeting cards and 5 blenders, as examples). We loaded 2 dumpsters in less than two days and gathered items for donation. We uncovered parts of her personality which were quite endearing, as well as multiple levels of family dysfunction and broken relationships. It was all very, very human. As I worked, I tried hard to withhold judgement, to see her and understand her better. I fell in love with her and appreciated her even more, in all her humanity — even in 92 degree temps!
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