A Pear Tree in Maine
It was around 2010 that my grandmother decided she could no longer take care of herself, and insisted she move in with her son, my father, and the rest of our family. No one resisted. When Grandma Olive made up her mind about something, it was going to happen, and happen that day. We packed up everything she owned and moved her into the little apartment above the garage of our home in Maine.
An Item a Day Keeps the Hoarding Away
I am not naturally a tidy person. In fact, I am quite the opposite. I love things. I have attachments to things. I buy things or am given things then keep them forever and ever....until this Spring.
Boxes “Hello?” “Claire?” “Yep, what’s up?” “Gramp’s dead.” “Oh. Bummer. Who is this?” “It’s Jack. God, Claire.”