It's been a strange month. So much to deal with. My sister and I have been in a pretty lethargic state but, looking back, have done so much.
I owned the house where my Mum lived as an investment property. I decided to sell it. My sister doesn't want to live here and the place needs a lot of work. Even with an agent in charge, dealing with a rental property can be annoying. I put it up for sale and crickets. Every second house in this town is for sale, some have had the signs up for a year or more. Then, last Monday, a guy came to look at it.
Within two days, we'd gone through the negotiations and completed the sale. We have a 90 day settlement so moving out by August 11.
My other sister came home. We picked up Mum's ashes so we could scatter them on Mother's Day. Some people say that having the ashes around makes them sad or comforted. To me, it was nothing. Just some dust. They weighed heavier than I expected.
We have a quiet time at the river. Luckily, no jerks on jet skis interrupted us. It was nice, much nicer than the funeral that felt like everything we did was to comfort other people, not us. The dogs came with us to say their last goodbyes.
I've still got a massive list of things to do. The banks don't make it easy. One in particular, Westpac, gave us shit information that meant a lot of useless running around until I found out we could just write a letter. Then another massive list of things to do before we sell the house.
My legacy to my son is going to be NOT leaving him piles of crap to sort through. Old people horde so much useless shit. Every drawer we open seems to have pills and eyeglasses in it. So much to dispose of. The pills are the worse, you have to take them back to pharmacy for disposal. My auntie and cousins spent a day helping us sort through things like photos but then later, I went in the spare room and realised we'd missed a cupboard. Opening it, I got a whiff of old lady stuff so shut it again. I'll deal with it later.
People keep saying to keep things to remember Mum by. I don't need them. There's no physical thing that means that much to me. do you need knick-knacks for that? Maybe some people do but they don't really mean that much to me. Memories don't live in knick-knacks, but in smells and fragments of songs and random things that float into your mind.