Just over 5 weeks ago, my grandma passed away from cancer. When my mom said there wasn't much time left, I had quit my job, feeling an urgency to be with grandma in her last days. I sat by her side for 11 days and watched her change from a somewhat thinner version of the woman I knew to an almost comatose adult sized infant, until eventually she was gone completely.
I watched my mother and my aunts & uncle do the things that should never have been asked of them, yet they did so without question. My family has been emotionally and physically drained.
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Yesterday I took my 4 children to visit family and didn't return until almost 10pm. I unlocked the door and the kids rushed in ahead of me, only to discover our home had been invaded. Belongings tossed, drawers emptied. Empty spaces where our things once sat. Stuff is just stuff, but the violation that is felt when a stranger has been inside your home and come into contact with your most intimate possessions is so difficult to bear.
Among the losses, I count a little white jewelry box labeled with my name, which was written in my grandma's boxy all-caps handwriting approximately 1 month before her passing.
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I don't know what I am supposed to do when I am simultaneously uncomfortable in my own home, and afraid to leave it..............
I closed the window that was used to effectively shatter my family's sense of security, and I may never open it again.
(((hugs))) I still remember our home being broken into while we were on vacation. I always thought about it when I used that room.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about your loss. Let me know if there's anything I can do!
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