I last wrote of my ex husband’ s death and his nightmare of a hoarder house. Progress is being made.My youngest is being appointed executor, and they have hired an experienced team to clean out, hold estate sales, rehab and sell the home. I go by periodically for mail and to have a look see and keep the girls informed. The first of multiple estate sales at the house this past weekend. So much stuff. A lot of it of decent value. China, Playmobile sets, you name it. And people were buying it. I hope their kids won’t have to get rid of it, one day. The girls will come see the house once it’s empty, painted and ready for sale. For the closure, for the peace.
The cleanup team found a packet of b and w pics, which were from a Christmas when my ex was 3. Per the girls’ wishes, I just sent them off to my former mother-in-law. Poor woman has lived to see the death of two of her three sons. My eldest had me send scans of the pics to her before I put it in the mail. She commented that it made her sad that such a cute little kid, whom she felt she closely resembled, could have grown up to be such a s*t I understand that feeling I am sometimes struck by how sad it is that the man who died in that house was so far removed from the man I married.
I’m glad to go to the house, to save the girls from leaving their work and lives to watch over things. It is, however, exhausting. I think the house is a drain on my energy, from the sheer enormity of the mess it’s been. And , as I said, for the pathetic life led there, at the end. I do it for the girls, and so, as a mom, I worry less. I hope he rests in peace. I hope we all find it.
