Painting rooms, redecorating Mom's house...

[Spookwriter]

Trying to help Mom get a handle on this part
of life, going on without Dad, my wife and I have
been doing some painting and redecorating in
her home.

Dad was a good guy. He really was. But home
maintenance wasn't something he was big on.
Didn't like the furniture moved, wouldn't paint a
room to save his life.

Wasn't what he was into.

So now, we're moving things around. Repainting.
(four rooms so far) Bought her a new couch, few
other things. Still looking for a bedroom chest she
likes.

Mom doesn't like to go to what was her and Dad's
bedroom anymore. She's moved into another one.
My sisters old one. Which is fine. But she needs
furniture befitting her status in there.

Aunts and Uncles...they mean well, telling Mom
she doesn't need that big house anymore. But they're
wrong. Because that big house is more than simply
a big house.

It's her home.

She raised us kids there. Grandchildren played there.
All those useless nicnacs...so many hold a memory.
And in the end, it isn't the stuff that matters. It's the
memorys each one brings.

So as we've painted, I've told Mom to redecorate, and
to display the prized pieces. Because more than pieces,
they tell the story of her life.


Spook...with a little paint on his sheet.

 

[chickenneighbor]

Spook with a little halo over his sheet. You're an amazing son, Spook.

 

[Bunnylady]

Everybody has to decide for themselves what their comfort level is. Your dad had his; now you are helping your mother find hers.







But wow, Spook - you aren't doing an imitation of a drop cloth? I'm impressed!