My dear dad died 4 months ago, three years after my mum. They were together for 53 years and devoted to each other. Artists and writers, their little home was full of books, art and beautiful objects, collected over a lifetime together. I am their only child and miss them both very much.
Dad had been in great health but, after caring for my very unwell mum for 20+ years, when she died he just went downhill and I spent the last 2 years intensely caring for him until he died at the end of January this year. I am (recently) married with a daughter (20) and a stepdaughter (19) and it was so wonderful that dad got to see us married a few months before he died but his and my mum’s deaths have left a huge hole in me. Grief over my mum’s death has resurfaced with a vengeance alongside grieving for my dad. My feelings are understandable, I know, as we had such a tight little family just the 3 of us for so long and my mum, who I loved dearly, could be wonderful but also very controlling and got (completely understandably) increasingly angry and bitter as she became older and more and more unwell. Poor dad dealt with a lot with her so it was a privilege to look after him in his final 2 years although it’s left me exhausted and quite shaken, if I’m honest.
So, now, on top of bereavement I’m having to go through their home and decide what to keep, what to sell, what to give away, give to charity and what to chuck out. There is a garage full of stuff too. And, I’ve realised that selling their flat (which we moved to when I was 16) is probably the only way forward for me - both financially and emotionally. I can’t afford to keep paying the bills for the upkeep of the flat and, after looking into renting, realise that it’s not really financially sensible after all the expenses come off the monthly rent we could get. Selling will be a much needed financial lifeline for us as my husband and I are both self employed artists and due to the cost of living crisis, no one is commissioning or buying art any more. Mum and dad have left us such a gift and I feel so lucky but it’s a finite amount of money we’ll get from their tiny flat so I have to make sure I do the right thing with it. It needs to last us into our old age and help out our daughters, too.
But it’s making me so sad and low to pack up and sell. I feel like I’m losing my past and my parents all over again. In some ways, no longer having their home on my mind might be a huge relief. Maybe I will be able to move forward with less baggage - physically and emotionally.
Why am I writing this? I think I’d really like to hear from any others on here about similar experiences with dismantling their parents homes and selling a beloved house, in order to feel less alone with this. (And, on a practical level, if anyone has any good advice about selling vs renting and what to do with a modest lump sum of cash.) None of my friends, or my husband, have been through this so, although they’re all being very lovely, they can’t really understand. I’ve had a little bit of grief counselling which was helpful to a degree, but ultimately I felt like it was taking me even deeper into sadness every time I had a session.
I’m off up to their flat again today for another few hours of sorting and my heart breaks every time I walk through their door. I wish this was all done.
Thank you for reading ❤️