a chapter ending - kinda ranty
Feb. 23rd, 2005 01:10 pmTwo years ago and some change, my mother died. My mother was fairly prominent in the local pagan/wiccan scene and was either well-loved or well-hated, depending on to whom you were speaking and what day it was.
My brother and sister and aunt came into town when mom went into the hospital. My sister stayed only that weekend, my aunt a week or two and my brother two weeks. After that, it was all me, all the time, and it sucked.
Perhaps because she was so well-known and her "fans" were so vocal, I expected to have help other than family to sort through her house and her garage and her shed and her ex-husband's garage. There were naturally things that only family could or should have sorted. I was disappointed when none of those we-love-your-mom-so-much people came forward to offer their services in any capacity. I should just get over that already. :) I would have welcomed company, a bottle of Barq's, a package of Rolo's, useful boxes from the liquor store, or anything, really. I did have help, from some unexpected quarters, from people in the pagan community who knew me and wanted to do something to help me, regardless of whether or not my mother liked them. 'Cause, you know, my mother could hold a grudge like nobody's business. lol
You know who you are, and two years later, Thank You Very Much.
Now, at the end of two years and some change, I've done another sort-through, with the help of my aunt and a friend/former student of my mother's and a couple of people I consider "family," and there is a whole lot more that we're willing to let go now that we have the benefit of more hindsight. I gave the people on the two e-lists dedicated to my mother's memory/dream/whatever first dibs on what's there, free. Just come to the storage unit, go through the stuff yourself, and take what you want. Three weekends in a row, and offers to meet by appointment during the week if necessary.
Do any of those we-love-your-mom-so-much people so much as bother to respond to my posts? No. Does anybody show up? Two, out of hundreds of people claiming to be a friend of mom. One of those who showed up didn't even find out about my mom's death until just a few months ago because she'd been off-line for over a year, and I could see she was still grieving. She was able to find several things that she could use, and that would remind her of mom. Happy trails to some stuff.
I moved on to freecycle, which I've come to love for its ability to get things gone quickly. Not much luck there, either, despite offering a fridge, a stove and nearly half a dozen boxes of new office supplies, among other things. The fridge did go, after a couple of communication mix-ups.
Now, I'm left with a storage unit half-full of stuff that is perfectly useful, some holding memories of my mother, which will go to Goodwill or something similar because people just can't be bothered to get up off their tushes and come look.
If you're reading this and have been putting off coming out, don't wait any more. That stuff is gone this weekend. I'm sweeping out an empty storage unit by close of business on Monday. If you aren't sure whether to come look, just because you were on the s*** list, don't worry about it. I want this stuff to go to people who will use it. I want it to NOT go in the landfill. I don't want to have to figure out how to move a stove and a coffee table by myself (a little selfishness, there). And if you didn't know my mom, but you're in the Dallas area, let me know! I'm an equal opportunity giver-awayer.
My brother and sister and aunt came into town when mom went into the hospital. My sister stayed only that weekend, my aunt a week or two and my brother two weeks. After that, it was all me, all the time, and it sucked.
Perhaps because she was so well-known and her "fans" were so vocal, I expected to have help other than family to sort through her house and her garage and her shed and her ex-husband's garage. There were naturally things that only family could or should have sorted. I was disappointed when none of those we-love-your-mom-so-much people came forward to offer their services in any capacity. I should just get over that already. :) I would have welcomed company, a bottle of Barq's, a package of Rolo's, useful boxes from the liquor store, or anything, really. I did have help, from some unexpected quarters, from people in the pagan community who knew me and wanted to do something to help me, regardless of whether or not my mother liked them. 'Cause, you know, my mother could hold a grudge like nobody's business. lol
You know who you are, and two years later, Thank You Very Much.
Now, at the end of two years and some change, I've done another sort-through, with the help of my aunt and a friend/former student of my mother's and a couple of people I consider "family," and there is a whole lot more that we're willing to let go now that we have the benefit of more hindsight. I gave the people on the two e-lists dedicated to my mother's memory/dream/whatever first dibs on what's there, free. Just come to the storage unit, go through the stuff yourself, and take what you want. Three weekends in a row, and offers to meet by appointment during the week if necessary.
Do any of those we-love-your-mom-so-much people so much as bother to respond to my posts? No. Does anybody show up? Two, out of hundreds of people claiming to be a friend of mom. One of those who showed up didn't even find out about my mom's death until just a few months ago because she'd been off-line for over a year, and I could see she was still grieving. She was able to find several things that she could use, and that would remind her of mom. Happy trails to some stuff.
I moved on to freecycle, which I've come to love for its ability to get things gone quickly. Not much luck there, either, despite offering a fridge, a stove and nearly half a dozen boxes of new office supplies, among other things. The fridge did go, after a couple of communication mix-ups.
Now, I'm left with a storage unit half-full of stuff that is perfectly useful, some holding memories of my mother, which will go to Goodwill or something similar because people just can't be bothered to get up off their tushes and come look.
If you're reading this and have been putting off coming out, don't wait any more. That stuff is gone this weekend. I'm sweeping out an empty storage unit by close of business on Monday. If you aren't sure whether to come look, just because you were on the s*** list, don't worry about it. I want this stuff to go to people who will use it. I want it to NOT go in the landfill. I don't want to have to figure out how to move a stove and a coffee table by myself (a little selfishness, there). And if you didn't know my mom, but you're in the Dallas area, let me know! I'm an equal opportunity giver-awayer.