Move it! Part two…

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A little background info.

When the hospice facility did an assessment on my SIL and determined she didn’t “rate” that level of care anymore, the search for a nursing home bed began. We were assured she could stay at the hospice until one became available, but they neglected to mention the bill would have to be privately paid from that moment on.

Our poor niece has been carrying that (pay in advance) $500 a day burden for weeks. When she said she was already $10,000 in, we realized we couldn’t let her pay the $1,000 fee The Dump Guys were going to charge to haul away the remainder of things in her mother’s apartment.

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So we filled my husband’s truck.

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We filled the apartment complex’s dumpster.

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And we filled a friend’s truck and trailer. Then we made arrangements to donate the whole lot.

But first, a much needed moment of laughter.

There were three bottles of Bud Light left in the refrigerator, and after pinning a stray rainbow earring on a friends shirt in celebration of the now hated beer, we smiled for the first time all day.

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Even our niece, who doesn’t drink… and had just broken down in tears after seeing all her mother’s things ready to leave for the last time… smiled.

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Love… not to mention laughter … really are the best medicines.

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To be continued…

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28 thoughts on “Move it! Part two…”

  1. Cathy and I are planning a vacation and I got this valuable information: You can have a suite at the Hotel Pontchartrain in New Orleans for well under $500. Not suggesting sending her off to the easy, just pointing out the extortion.
    I love the last pic. Is that young lady the same one from the Williamsburg trip?
    Then there’s the dumpster. Oh the diving a properly motivated person could do in there.
    You guys are a fine bunch of people; all love and respect.

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    1. I often thought of that. Add to it the fact the hospice wasn’t actively treating my SIL medically and a nice resort would have worked just as well.
      And no, the young ladies in Williamsburg were our quasi surrogate daughter and grand daughter. Not blood, but of the heart.
      ❣️

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  2. Goodness. So much to work through; physically and emotionally. Your sweet niece. My heart hurts for her. Finish moment of levity in heavy time is always a blessing.

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